I love the word. It feels good, hopeful, concrete and optimistic.
I like the part of it that feels like a plan.
Feels like faith not force.
“To the faithful you show yourself faithful; to those with integrity you show integrity.”
Psalms 18:25 NLT
I especially love that it’s Friday and all of my plans have not yet come to fruition; but, there is still time.
I woke with vigor, deciding there’s still the grace of “try” again and thanked God for that waking thought, prayed He’d equip me for writing, art, work and simply, the day.
I painted last night before “boot camp”, I started a piece and instead of hovering over it for hours to finish, I rose from my seat and went to exercise hard and with intention.
A piece I’m calling “Made New”
That’s progress for me, leaving it there, a work in progress to return to.
Not feverishly intent on the finish, instead certain in the decision to be intentional in my choice to continue.
I woke early and will be early for work. I had an idea last night. I’ll be intentional to begin to see it through.
Today, I’ll be intentional.
I’ll see the gift of the chance to continue.
I’ll forgive myself the incompletion in the days before.
Moving forward with intention.
linking up and guess, what?! I stuck to the time limit today, yay!