I grabbed a blanket and a Pumpkin Pop Tart with the dogs on my heels. We burrowed in and I started to write. The problem. My tone was off. A little ungrateful, too cranky, super whiney and that just won't do.
I gave myself permission to close my eyes. Tired? Then rest. Before I knew it I was praying instead of sleeping. I flipped open my Bible and let the healing start, the motivation latch on, and the truth speak.
After that I migrated to Pinterest. I'm happy to report I only get on there a once a week or two. Not bad for a recovering addict, eh? I only checked out the Quotes categories, always good for a heartfelt laugh and guaranteed inspiration.
Reflection: I wish I spent more time at my best than at my worst. It's a slow process and it really helps to remember:
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