Every morning, on the inside of me, I start full of hope… full of thanks… full of promises to talk to God when I think I’m slipping.
And by the time dinner rolls around my heart feels cold as snow.
I forgot Him. I remembered the worries instead… created my own pain.
But the good thing about snow is that it melts and makes way for growth.
So I hold on for morning…..
…..to be full of hope. Again.
And I’ll get better at remembering the good stuff. First.