Today, I am thankful for a hopeful voice.
The best things in life are nearest: Breath in your nostrils, light in your eyes, flowers at your feet, duties at your hand, the path of right just before you. Then do not grasp at the stars, but do life's plain, common work as it comes, certain that daily duties and daily bread are the sweetest things in life.
~Robert Louis Stevenson
I'm trying to block out the negative self-talk that's usurped the airways and listen only to the tiny voice within that tells me things will be all right. This takes tremendous effort. The negative voices shout loud, hostile, bitter words.
Still, I try to imagine that they're the thunder, wind and lightening of a very noisy storm. Mere background noise. Pure bluster. Nothing worth my constant attention.
Only then can I concentrate on the tiny voice within, the one that speaks of hope.
For this blessing, I am grateful.