Goodmorning Beautiful...

Uhm, don't ask what the title is about... that's just the song that has been stuck in my head the past couple of mornings when I wake up! (yeah, I don't know!)
So, uhm, yeah, I am completely moved now. And my bedroom is all set up. And I have no life. So today I... get this... went grocery shopping and spent the afternoon making bread! Yeah, the first batch didn't turn out so well, because my lovely roommate, (who will remain nameless)... though she knew I was planning on baking bread... failed to say anything at all about the temperamental disposition of the oven! Well, they are not inedible...
I was able to correct my mistake on the second batch and they are looking quite lovely, (and fairly tasty as well, I might add).
So I was talking to Jenna about baking bread... and realized a very deep seed of bitterness planted far back into my heart. And about something so silly...
I don't think that at the time parents realize that even the little things that they say leave a huge stamp on their kids minds. And yes, we have an amazing propensity to remember only the really bad things that they say, and completely forget the beautiful compliments and the ways that they build us up.
Such was the case of me and my dear mum... one day long ago she said something about my sister having a special affinity and natural knack at breadbaking... to which I replied something to the effect of that I "knew how to bake bread too." and my mum, sweet as she was, did not retract the original statement but said that, "well, yes, you bake bread. But its not really your specialty."
Even now as I am typing all this I feel my blood start to boil. See I am one of those people who generally forgives and forgets. But there are a few seeds that get planted deep and buried over, and I end up never dealing with at all. Bitterness is one such seed that loves to sink its roots into my heart and spread its poison. And I have been bitter about that statement for many years. Bitter both towards my mum for saying that my sister could cook better than me (cause how can she compare her daughters like that?) and towards my sister (she is 2 years younger than me, and started baking only after I had already chosen it as something that I enjoyed; how dare she be such a copycat?).
What huge roots the devil likes to tunnel into our lives!! It was something so little, so insignificant, so trivial... but I have allowed the devil a stronghold. *hangs head in shame* And quite honestly, held that bitterness close to my heart like a stubborn child, even when God held out an open hand and asked me to just let it go.
But today is the day of change. And today I choose to not harden my heart anymore to the calling of Christ... I won't harbor the bitterness anymore.
So its back to waking with stupid songs in my head... ah, the gloriousness!
... woke up this morning... to see your sweet face... now its a... goodmorning beautiful day