Around this time last year I was roaming around in the desert. Ironically, in some ways, it feels like I’m doing the same thing this year.
While I was pulling up weeds I had the strangest thought. “I wonder how the garden feels about this”?
It should be universally understood that if there's one thing in common we share, one boat we're all in, it's our ability to make wrong choices, mess things up, or to fail. How do we sever the chains of regret?
Find the chasm sinking swiftly I slip into a sea of cynical sorrow Open the mouth of the devil softly Maybe I'll feel better tomorrow - Hear the vacant void of venture Sleeplessly singing servitude I'm a slave to the wiles of pressure Render my honor destitute - Cracks kill in this chasm A gaping …
What if we took a moment to truly evaluate our focus? What if we took a second to stop and intentionally look at the bigger picture? What if we took our eyes off of the immediate and looked toward something greater?