Pen The older I get, the more I’m convinced that the reason we work isn’t to get ahead, but rather, to keep from falling behind. Take today for instance. I worked a steady pace, cleaning the house, washing, folding, and putting away laundry, cooking and doing dishes, vacuuming, hanging up coats, ironing work clothes for tomorrow, answering emails that are miserably stacking up, and so on. Not once did I accomplish …
I run almost every day. Does that make me a runner? This is a critical question because if what I do defines me, then it only stands to reason that what I don’t does not. If I am a writer who doesn’t write, then am I indeed a writer? Does what I do define me?
Tonight, I’m awake. I am thinking about the future because I cannot control it, and also because I can. I have tried to steer my course before. Sometimes I have failed, and sometimes I have succeeded. So why lose sleep over it? Because it’s stirring me. I am very, very awake. I am awake because an idea is calling me and my response is pivotal to my future. Is God …
Part of your blessing is your legacy.
The longer and deeper the search, the greater the find.