Pummeled.

Ya know, sometimes it feels like an ambush from every direction.  And it's tempting to become discouraged... tempting to really hate life.

Those are the times that I'm grateful for Little Orphan Annie's musical advice, that the sun will come out tomorrow.  That, it will do.  No matter how the current tempests may rage, there will always, eventually be a tomorrow. 

Law of nature. 

Sticking out our chins,and replacing our furrowed brows & frowns with grins often takes all we may have.  Yet it's part of enduring to the end.  So we've gotta hang in there for the promised forecast of tomorrow's sunshine.

"And ye shall be hated of all men for my name’s sake: 

but he that endureth to the end shall be saved."

-Matthew 10:22

So on my roughest days, I lock myself in the bathroom and sing every word of "Tomorrow" with all the effort I can muster.  And when I'm done, I sing it again.  And again.  Until my chin is out & I'm able to not just smile, but FEEL like smiling.  Then, I'm better.  :)

Hope you too have found an "emergency radio channel" you find you can tune into during times of trial.  And that you're able to find whatever's required within yourself to turn that frown upside down. 

The sun WILL come out tomorrow.  Promise! 

::hugs::