do you ever have those mornings when you wake up and you know and feel just how full your life is?
when life is beautiful and pure and fresh and new.
and maybe you go on about your day, ready to tackle each moment with joy and grace and live a life worthy of your calling.
and then something pretty sucky happens. and it just totally rocks your moment of zen. your focus goes from following God to satisfying self. and all you want to do is sleep off the anger, hurt, or frustration and wake up to your new day when everything is put in its right place.
this is where i’m at. struggling everyday to remember that my life is full. letting circumstances beyond my control torment me instead of push me to be stronger.