Piles of laundry, unmade beds, stacked bills, and the wilted Christmas tree effortlessly destroy the last vestiges of peace.
Instability is an undesirable emotion. And yet, walking the tightrope of my unbalanced struggles has revealed truths that I might never have otherwise discovered. The very things that I thought would destroy me have resulted in refinement. How tragic if we forget to bring the cathartic lessons into the new phase of our existence after surviving the battle.
My prayer for 2022 has little to do with the uncontrollable conditions surrounding me. Instead, I call forth the RESILIENCE that enables me to persevere and experience my extraordinary.