This morning God spoke to me and it’s been a long time coming. Waking from my stupor, it dawned on me that I could still realize my dreams. In this past year, I have watched God prove himself to me time and again. I’d grown accustomed to drowning in my guilt. Believing within myself that I was undeserving of answered prayers. But then I realized that Guilt is not of God. Perhaps instead of letting the Devil convince me I couldn’t change, I should instead be giving God praise for his everlasting mercy and grace. And as reticent as I’ve been, I’ve found more opportunities to utter the Lord’s praises…
I’m off to zumba to my hearts content. I’m always awkward about going to the gym though. sometimes I feel like it’s a fashion show. I mean who has time to impress folks when you’re sweating puddles?