Lately I’ve been seeing how narrow the space is between some of my thoughts. How quickly hope can turn to despair, gratitude to ingratitude, patience to impatience. A simple critical thought or a moment without love, mercy, and compassion can turn hope into hopelessness. It is a very fine line.
Each morning I can honor the lines I wear on my face with loving gratitude as a reflection of my life’s wisdom or I can view them as a sign I am old, worn out, and something to be fixed. In each moment, which direction will I turn to in my heart?
The thief comes only to steal and kill and destroy. I came that they may have life and have it abundantly.
John 10:10
Lord, thank You for teaching me to cross the fine line to Your abundance and the gift of Your hope.
Smitten With Goodness 