I've
lived most of my life inside my head. And it's far from true living and distant
from the promise of life to the full. I got out of bed today sore and
unwilling. Before I managed to shower, I asked the Lord to free me from
despair. In Jesus' Name, I claimed victory and trusted in the Almighty. Like
the gray clouds dispersed by the emerging light, my resolve to live cleared my
head. As I sit now and work on exposing my thoughts, I will honor the Lord for
His work and thank the husband who got me out of bed today and took me to work
beating traffic and tardiness.
Today is a reminder that in life its the small
acts of commitment that matter the most. They can lead us (or sometimes push
us) to the right path. Not to the grand and spectacular life we mostly daydream
about but towards truth and sacrifice. Truth in all things that work for good.
And goodness that flourish in every sacrifice both for the taker and the giver.
My sacrifice today is a broken spirit and the strength of my weary bones is
gratitude.
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