Then there are those other days, where the 1000's of chemical reactions in the body, suck the real me into spaces of numb confusion. The gift of faith, hides in plain site.
I think its the measure of success or failure, to develop a daily cognizance, of living as in the presence of our Creator Father. The small stuff gets in the way... the never ending stream of mortal thoughts....
I'd like to flip the switch to OFF, to the mindless chatter of thoughts. Where did my focus go?
1 comment:
Good words, even 4 months later.
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