So as I’m listening to this sermon about attitude, I was reminded that I recently had a pretty bad one. I was dealing with some emotions that seemed to come out of nowhere and I didn’t exactly try to hide it.

I mean, come on, this battle in my heart is over someone’s words! There are far worse things that could be happening. Yet here I am. Tired of fighting. Still trying to heal. Still trying to forgive. Still trying to move on.

I don’t think I realized that I have been in a wilderness season. Probably because it’s been more spiritual than physical. My spirit was being freed from a slavery of some kind and it had three options…

I have always lived my life thinking that life was all about finding that one career that you could see yourself retiring from and sticking with it.