I have learned that bitterness, resentment and self-pity do nothing to lift the gloomy clouds of a spiritual February in my life. If anything, these sins only harden the soil of my heart, making it difficult for new growth to spring forth at God’s appointed time.
My faith gives me the ability to say, whatever is next, I’m ready. If it is Hillary or Trump I am ready because they might sit on the desk but they do not sit on the throne.
Even when I was caught in the web, I didn’t give up hope. And as you see, I was right.
Do all the work you can, there is enough rest in the grave.
Thankfulness is the life of contentment.
We have to go into the despair and go beyond it, by working and doing for somebody else, by using it for something else.
Pray about everything you want.
Never complain, proclaim positive-words.
Then, you will possess the divine grace for a change situation.
May you find the grace of triumph over any situation.
When I put down Lance Armstrong’s book, I understood something profoundly. Edie, if you can move, you’re not sick. I decided right then and there that no matter what cancer did to me I would continue to move. Movement was what the physical body was designed to do; it was how it coped and functioned. Movement was vitality. It was life.
I would move. Always. No matter what. Until my last breath, I would move.