A bereavement counselor once asked me what I did in the mornings when my thoughts often drifted to the negative. Good question. Some days I remember this question. Just asking it allows space for positive thoughts.
This morning I purposefully reflected on hopeful words rather than the list of to-dos.
The 23rd Psalm came to mind in wholeness, then in key words of comfort.
Laying down in green pastures.
Cup running over.
Goodness and mercy.
Led me to . . .
Let the day wash over you.
To my delight I found these words returning while driving and doing, keeping my spirit quiet throughout the day.
Then around five o’clock I started mowing my grass and forgot these words. I dropped into DO mode and the to-do list started over.
Then they returned. Sweetness and comfort.
So I close my day in gratitude for the beautiful washing . . . throughout the day and with each new morning. What words come to you in moments of pause where you create space?