One of the first things I learned as a Christian was that I had no idea what real love was.

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.

Over the last couple of years, I’ve had ideas pop into my head that I thought would make a great story. So I’d write them down and tell myself I would work on it later. Only problem is that I almost never went back to those ideas.

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.

Transforming my mind is something I pray about all the time, but evidently still need victory in.