What I'm doing is worth while. I know this; I derive a sense of satisfaction in knowing this.
Knowing that I am doing good and that my effort is worthwhile, doesn't make me less tired though. I try to remind myself when I feel exhausted,
"You are tired because you worked hard doing important things God wanted you to do today."
It's good to remind myself of these things. I need these reminders.
Last night, I forgot to remind myself of this truth. Instead I wallowed in my feelings, inaccurate as they are. I stormed around, believing myself to be forgotten and taken for granted.
This morning, in the light of a new day, in the quiet in my chair with tea in hand, I remembered to dwell on the truth again. I reminded myself in yet another way. I scrawled one thing that I love about the Rugged Mountain Man and one thing I love about each of the Blossoms.
I celebrated one small thing that I've noticed. Gratitude took wing in my heart.
I took the last swallow of my tea and met the day with a fresh new attitude.
Dominique
