When push comes to shove...

I was walking on the tredmill yesterday and I got angry. I got so mad I was fumeing. I was thinking about my life and how I have lived it. I was thinking about situations and how I handled them. The big question...why not me? How can people around me fight for what they want and get it while I sit and watch what I want walk away? Why don't I fight for what I want? Is there something wrong with fighting? I have been sitting on the sidelines for so long. Fighting is too messy, I could get hurt. So I sit. Well, yesterday I got mad. Rascal Flats said it best in their song Stand "...when push comes to shove, you taste what your made of, you might bend till you break, cuz it's all you can take, in the end you get up decide you've had enough, you get mad, you get strong, wipe your hands, shake it off, then you stand..." So often I wonder, why it is that I can fight for the innocent, but I cannot fight for myself. I have it in me! I have the strength to look deep inside and see greatness. I was created to be powerful "...the same spirit that raised Christ from the dead, is alive in me..." I need to show this world what I am made of. I need to keep getting mad at mediocre. I need to not settle for second best. I might loose a few battles, but I can still fight. I am still real. I am still okay.

Denise