Friday, April 10, 2009

Pottering, a stranger and small voice.

1. I like picking a few deadheads off the flowers growing outside the front door.

2. A woman walking towards me extends her arms as if she plans to embrace me. Then I realise she is carrying weights to tone her arms.

3. The day has not gone to plan and I am tearing my hair out, racing from work to home, from supper to a coaching appointment -- but amid the chaos, the small voice says 'Simplify and ask for help,' and I listen.

1 comment:

  1. In a "non-crazy" way I love that small voice. It's full of things I could never think of on my own. "Be still and know..."


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