Often our internal conversation is an effort to make sense of our lives. Or maybe I should say mine is. Something inside says that your life really matters, or at least ought to. There should be justice, and truth, and (oh please) mercy. Mostly we search for meaning not by writing it all down, but by talking to ourselves internally. I wake up this morning & sit here with a cup of coffee and a blank page before me.
A true picture of the day. My day is blank before me, waiting to be created. There are some things about the day that are not so much totally blank as waiting to be filled in. But the truth is that God has given us the power of choice in our lives and we decide how to fill in the blanks. My job, my home, my spouse, my church, the city I live in, the clothes in the closet, much of my life is the result of choices I have made. Choices I make today powerfully influence the range of choices I will have available to me tomorrow.
Choose well, my friends. And to myself, I say, Choose well!
The day is just beginning.
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