I'm open. That is a fact. As I look forward to the weekend, to next week, to next year. I sit here getting ready to drink coffee as I open my Bible and I know that on Monday, when I roll out of bed I will sit here on the couch with a glass of water--or maybe a mug of hot water? Part of me cringes at this. Ugh. No coffee? No chocolate pick-me-up later in the day? I'm starting a Daniel Fast. My idea. And then I opened my big mouth at church so now I can't bow out gracefully.
But even though it will be a hard three weeks in ways, I'm also immensely excited. And open. Open to what God is going to do in my heart. I'm scared. Mama doesn't act pretty without her little crutches to get her through the day, so I'm expecting a lot of my prayer to be for patience and for the right attitude. The point is to turn to Him for everything I need, instead of to the comfort of food. I'm open and eager and looking forward to a fresh new year.
Okay, I'm not sure that was exactly five minutes. My birthday was three days ago and Todd bought me a MacBook Pro which I'm totally stoked about. I'm still getting used to it, though, and I can't see the time on my computer right now, only on the wall clock . . . so I may have cheated a little bit. Sorry. Enjoy the read anyway.