By focusing on my misery, how often did I venture into the deep until I was about to drown? I could now see I had the choice to walk the bridges OVER troubled waters.
What most of us think love is, isn’t.
I wish I could take my younger self, sit her down, hold her hand, and encourage her to listen to that voice in her spirit.
I started pushing back on the status quo in my life because my gut (i.e. my spirit) was telling me there was more; I was missing something.
When I invite God into every aspect of my day, life is so much more enjoyable. The flowers are brighter, the air smells sweeter, and I watch my life move into directions and places I never imagined.
Amy Tyndale is a guest writer from Colorado Springs, CO
I felt the Father’s pleasure as I tenderly lifted the little vines, looking for any sign of what might be causing the plant distress.