The funk didn't cause any harm to my husband who was around the house, for which I'm glad, but it still wasn't fun being me. Thankfully I had a moment of clarity where I rememberd that I could actually do something about my attitude. Yesterday at lunch one of my friends mentioned that she's starting and ending her days with a "sacrifice of praise." It doesn't matter how she feels at the moment, or what's happening in her life, she makes a list of all the things she's thankful for and offers them up to God.
Psalm 50 ends with this wonderful verse: "He who sacrifices thank offerings honors me, and he prepares the way so that I may show him the salvation of God." (Psalm 50:23). It's like God is telling us that making the choice to be thankful, to speak out his goodness, to smile and remember is the right way to live as His children. Not only is it right and honoring, but It also opens up the channel for grace to pour into our lives. It's like opening a valve to fresh water, or a window to the afternoon sun so that what's freely available (and able to "salve" us) is able to find a way in.
So I'm thankful for all the food that I CAN eat (kale sauteed in olive oil with garlic salt is YUMMY), and thankful for health providers who can diagnose stuff that keeps us from being as healthy as we can be. Thankful for a husband who often comes home with groceries (I know I'm blessed!) and thankful for friends who remind me of the way to live in God's goodness.