Remember Who You Are

So this morning I was inspired after a dewishus breakfast made by my father, that I would try out the new tread mill. I was excited because I wanted to watch a VHS on our rec room t.v. since our other t.v. with the big comfy couch doesn't have a VCR. BOOOOO!!!!! Dumb blue ray technology....
Anyway, I stared inside our movie closet for a good minute or two debating which Dinsey film I wanted to pop in while I ex-er-thigh-zed. It was between, Tarzan, Anastasia, Pocahontas, Aladin or The Lion King. Pocahontas was a little desperate... I chose The Lion King! So after fumbling around, trying to remember how to put in a tape, just kidding, and hearing a loud fuzzy sound coming from the VCR, not kidding, my all time favorite Disney movie came on. I was happy. I was power walking to African tribal tunes and feeling pretty much like a big hero.
For those of you who have watched the movie, I applaud you. Those of you who haven't, I frown upon you. Go rob a vcr from a pawn shop and watch this or I will unfriend or make you unsubscribe from Get Gabbie. Ahem...
So those of us who have type disney blood running through our veins, know very well that in the very beginning of The Lion King, wittle Simba is born. Stop right there for a brief summary for those who do not have facebook....
This past week I have had serious, and I mean SERIOUS craving for lunchables. I'm actually quite frustrated I haven't had one today. Talk about with drawls... Anyway I found the whole "give me lunchables or I'll make you see stars" thing a bit like a deprived desperate pregnant woman. I have been questioning my "fat" gut. Anyway it's all over facebook I am the NOT prego woman who just wants her stinkin' nachos lunchable style. Where was I going with this? Oh yes...
Back to the movie, Simba is born, luncables are my motivation on the treadmill, did I say Simba was born? Yes, the tribal music is blaring, the maching I am on is beeping, I am wanting to start weeping. Simba was born. It was all just too emotional. And if that doesn't sound hormonaley (this word is ticking me off, spell check is disagreeing that hormonaley isn't a word) Starting over... If that doesn't sound hormonaley imbalanced than wait till we get to the part when Mufasa dies to save his son.
I couldn't take it! I was a wreck. An emotional baby. There is that pregnancy reference again... Awkward.
The movie just tugs at my heart strings. It always has.
I remember when I was little (er) I'd always put myself in Simba's paws. It'd scare the crap out of me every time I thought about being the reason my dad died tried saving me. Though the real reason was Scar. It still bothers me to this day.
What my reason for this blog is, other than to go on and on about my lunchables and imbalances, is to say power is the source of death.
Scar planned his brother's death. In fact He ended his brother's life. All for power.
Leaving a cub without a dad and then telling that cub to run away. Simba then wouldn't have anyone at all.
The story goes to show that one person's greed and envy is the death of another. How we determine what is important in our lives effects not only ourselves but everyone around us.
Make your priorities good ones.
Though my siblings and I took a break from watching because they had to go do something somewhere & I needed to lesson plan, I am able to still tell you good conquers evil. Alleluia!
Sound the bongo tribe drums!
In all that you do, remember not only who you are, but Who made you and who He made you to be.
A'ight.