What was meant for evil, God is using for my good
I mean, obviously I’m not talking about Donald Gump.
But something else that has been a boulder in front of the cave is rolling away. And granted, a MOAB just got dropped on the cave and I got smoked out anyway.
Whatever though. If the times they have to change, let them start a-changing. Really changing.
When I say my gratitudes to myself each day, I say thanks for my momma, my job, my kitty and my car.
Thanks for keeping us safe and healthy. For keeping those paychecks clearing.
I also say a preemptive kudos to the universe for shutting my mouth at the right time. And for giving me just the right words at the exact moment I need them.
Today I finally said thank-you for the opportunities and also the strife. The strife keeps keeps the pilot light on under my soul, the proverbial fire under my ass that keeps me from getting comfortable.
I can finally breathe now and let one particular brand of anxiety go. This boulder can’t hurt me anymore. It didn’t make me stronger or better. Or maybe the real test is yet to come. Lord help me find the right words or none at all when the time comes. And it is.