I said goodbye to a car I loved last night, standing in the cold as the tow hauled it away. This happened four days after it had finally become drivable again from a previous near total loss (which was a sordid tale itself I’ll tell you over coffee).
It was a late night and this morning is an early morning. My body is sore from getting jerked in my spinning car, I have a full plate of responsibilities ahead of me in my day job, and I’m finalizing the content for the masterclass this week which I believe will be a milestone for my growing coaching business and bring glory to God’s name and highlight the power of his word.
I’m tired.
Without having consciously decided, I believed my previous wreck happened TO me. I allowed it to drain my energy and time and dampen my spirit.
This new accident is going to give me a redo. I’m going to decide it is happening FOR me, not to me. I’m not sure how yet, but I believe it will GIVE me energy and time and RAISE my spirits. I’ve got to believe that. Because this week just isn’t going to work if I don’t.
I don’t have to feel the wreck is going to be a benefit, but I’m going to decide to believe that it is.
There are many hard things in life, present, past, and future, that I would not consider necessary or good.
I don’t have to believe the car accidents were good. I don’t have to believe the abuse I experienced as a child was good. I don’t have to believe my development of unwanted same-sex attraction was good.
But me and my present are valuable enough to decide to use it all to my advantage.