Before I go to bed, I always take a minute to think the Lord for the day.
No matter what kind of day it was, I am always thankful to have lived it and when I rise in the morning with my arms stretched to the ceiling, I thank him again.
The reason for this is quite simple, inside my head there’s a person. Now, I’m not crazy and I’m far from it! But there’s a person inside my head that whispers awful things to me.
It’s hard trying to live a positive life, when there is a raspy, cynical little voice gifting you doubt and sadness at every turn. I often fear that one day this voice might win and I’ll end up once again a scared distrustful little girl or worse.
So, every night before bed I thank the Lord for the day. No matter what kind of day it was, I am always so thankful to have lived it.
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