Friday, October 25, 2013
Reading about Peter walking on the water to Jesus. He did OK, until he looked down and realized what he was doing...the impossible. Without faith, he lost track of what (who) he believed in and uh oh, potential bath time.
I'm terrified of heights. Jello knees, giant butterflies in the stomach, tightness in the chest. I do ok until...I look down.
I've got a long sparkroad to travel. If I look too far down the road, I get discouraged. I forget that a journey is one step at a time. Its ok for me to set goals and visualize the end result, but I have to live in "todayville". I have to accept that for TODAY I am the best I can be.
Finally, if I "look down" I feel down. Depressed. Set to fail. I have to remind myself to pull the smile out and plaster it on if I need to, sing if I feel like it, surround myself with family and friends who have good attitudes and love me for who I am. And last, but not least, be thankful for everything including the journey.