A beautiful intro to the morning. Nothing makes me feel more thankful than seeing the moon and the sun share the sky together.
As I struggle these days with consistency and clarity, I feel so grateful for these moments given to me in grace. How beautiful are the heavens. How grateful I am for another day to try again in every endeavor; faith, family and fortitude.
I’ve been doing many things; writing and reading different things. Things that have meaning and things that are distracting to myself. The constant struggle to find focus and purpose without falling asleep creates a journey of spinning my wheels in the mud. I need sleep, yet I can’t because I yearn to be successful. Hence the productivity isn’t where it should be. It’s a horrible cycle that leads to failure. Why am I so tired and exhausted and impatient to write?
It’s in me. The struggle. The pleasure. The yearning to produce something meaningful is deeper than anything else.
I feel like Jeremiah put in a cistern, waist-deep waiting for the rescue.
Then I think of Maya Angelou’s poem “I Rise”, and I feel hope returning. And here I am writing this post about writing. Hallelujah. Amen.
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