so many plans, i trip over them in the coming up with. they are good and full of my heart and have intentions bursting at the seams.
but too often finish line stays up ahead and i am low-batteried toy turning in circles.
i avoid mirror for it’s reminding of direction not taken and need love’s reminder i am worth the try again.
sometimes i spell out c-o-m-p-l-e-t-e and there is change in me.
a strengthening of able.
a path cleared to more.
a louder belief in gifts given.
and ribbon across finish falls heavied with blessing.
but prove yourselves doers of the word, and not merely hearers who delude themselves. for if anyone is a hearer of the word and not a doer, he is like a man who looks at his natural face in a mirror; for once he has looked at himself and gone away, he has immediately forgotten what kind of person he was. but one who looks intently at the perfect law, the law of liberty, and abides by it, not having become a forgetful hearer but an effectual doer, this man will be blessed in what he does.
james 1.22-25 (NASB)