I’ve been spinning a bit this week. I’ve got a lot of writing to do in a very little amount of time. If it all turns out, then the opportunities are amazing. If it doesn’t, well, I don’t even want to think about it.
I love to write. I’ve written since I can remember. But the diversity of things I’m writing on right now has me muddled and not feeling on top of my game (women in leadership, marriage, parenting, and self-worth – ack!). My mom came over today while the kids were napping and shared a passage she read and thought of me. It is from David Jeremiah’s book entitled Signs of Life that ironically I gave her as a present years ago. His words stopped me cold: