Sisters On A Mission

Have you ever noticed how the negative things of our past can so easily determine our happiness instead of the good things? I passed a drunk man on my way to the bus stop this morning.  It really disturbed me, because I knew him.  He is a wonderful father, an amazing son, and a hard-working husband.  But he does not believe that of himself. As I approached him, he looked up at me and his eyes rolled back into his head.  He didn't faint, but managed to keep himself upright and stumbled on passed me without uttering a word. I wondered what kind of pain drove him to poison himself, for that's what he had done drinking the local brew.  It was probably the same brew that had claimed too many lives already.  I thought about him all day and wondered if he was ok, how his family responded to him, and if he had recognized me in his intoxicated state.  I knew if he had, he would have felt deep shame. Why do we let the bad things determine our worth when God's thoughts about us a

I had no fear when I first attempted to climb this difficult precipice.   I had sheer, crazy determination and a refusal to give up.   Although my mind had already reached the summit, my body was unable to go any further having reached a full state of fatigue and muscle spasms. Today, back to work, after a week end of play, I failed miserably at my first attempt to give a company demonstration to a virtual team.   I gave the wrong answers to the groups’ questions, was disconnected twice after both phone cards ran out of credit, and then SKYPE couldn’t recognize the conference code.   I was never able to finish the training with the group and ended up feeling like an idiot and a complete failure. Later tonight, I found myself studying my technique in this picture.   It wasn’t until I stepped back and saw myself objectively from outside the photo that I realized my technique was off. The position I was in wasn’t utilizing my strongest area, the legs, but overtaxing my weakest area, my ar