When my life feels like a train wreck, I ask for help, and without fanfare God gently re-positions my wayward attitude (like grey hair and menopause aren’t enough). Sometimes the things that derail me are ridiculous, like finding the toilet paper roll empty, someone unfollows me on twitter, or my text messages are blatantly ignored. When I am finally able see the humor in the situation, God rolls some two-ply my way, and closes the proverbial door.
Regular reflection is a practice that sustains me especially when the situation is serious. With a simple prayer, God somehow reroutes my thoughts, and I avoid all sorts of trouble. When I stop pouting I’m usually charmed by the new perspective. It’s so simple. The sooner I ask for help, the sooner I’m back on track, and enjoying a more gracious view on life. Who is responsible for piloting this gig? Me. And who do I have to thank? The guy with the map!
How do you stay on track?
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