I get up at 6 on Saturdays for a Multicultural class I am taking. This is the last one. I am sitting here with my cup of coffee ready for my day. Each day begins with new hope, a prayer, and some quiet time with God. Each day I can get up and think that today I will handle myself in the way I know I should. I will use kind words. I won't be quick to become angry. I will handle my kids in a loving manor. Some days I succeed for the most part, never fully. Some days I fail miserably. I cannot control the way other people talk to me. I cannot control the decisions they make. I can, however, be responsible for what I do and not blame the children.
But today is a new day. It is a good day to have hope.
2 comments:
Oh, I thank the Lord for the hope He brings. Thanks for the encouragement.
It IS a NEW day.
I'm focusing on keeping my thoughts positive. I slip here and there, but it is getting better.
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