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Llama Momma crying in the rain

Everybody knows about my llama problem right? I love llamas. I take pictures of llamas. I talk about llamas all the time. The hashtag #llamasofinstagram is a real part of my life. I know, I know. It's ridiculous.


I think that God speaks to us each in unique ways, which is why He sometimes speaks to me using llama references.


Do you ever feel sorry for yourself? I do. In fact, I sometimes spend a significant amount of my day thinking about how hard life can be and wishing that the next thing would hurry up and happen so that I could escape the reality of what is happening right now. Oh, this thinking is flawed in so many ways...

And YOU are thinking. Why? Why are we talking about llamas and feeling sorry for yourself. Don't worry the answer is coming.


Boom. 


The other day while I was praying this clip from Disney's The Emperor's New Groove popped into my mind.  

This is the part of the movie where Cuzco is feeling sorry for himself and sitting the rain saying, "Memememememememe..."


I think God was telling me that I sometimes act like this llama. I sometimes sit there in the rain and throw myself a pity party. I talk and think about myself, "Memememememememe..." instead of facing the real feelings that are underneath. What if instead of "Memememememememe." I said, "Yes, this hurts." or "I feel sad about that." or even "That situation makes me feel angry." That is the thought that flashed into my head immediately after.

Ohhhhhhhhhh, because that would take more self awareness, and self awareness sometimes sucks.

And I'm sure that when the next thing comes along that there will be great things about it, and difficult things about it. Hopefully by then I will have left behind this silly habit of luxuriating in self pity and I won't loose out on the Joy of the present moment. Because that's the other thing about feeling sorry for yourself, not only does it mask the real emotion of the difficulty/pain/anger of a moment, it also robs you of that moment's Joy.

Joy, like llama references, is contagious.




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  1. mmm. i believe that we are synced in our spiritual (w/e you wanna call it) walks lol. Every post you write is like BAM

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