Thursday, February 9, 2012
Being bitter or better is a daily choice. There are easy days when the sun shines bright, but more prevalent are those days we can't outrun the storm. When our minds tell us the best we can do is curl up and feed the fury. All of us wrestle with idea of complete submission, but I pray that in those quiet moments we are still enough to hear our heart's whisper of rainbows and promise. There is not much middle ground here, we either choose to see tomorrow as a miserable collection of yesterdays or the blessing that I believe it to be. Nothing guaranteed, simply a life extended by twenty-four precious hours, and the opportunity not to reverse or regret decisions made, but to analyze and improvise, to be better even in one small way tomorrow than we were yesterday.