Ignore the Small, Still Voice At Your Peril

Just a few random thoughts I had on my way in this am--first, I saw not only a redtail hawk, but also a great blue heron in flight. I think this day will be good.

Thinking back to Tuesday (a very intense day straight across the board, although I didn't notice it as such as I lived it), something that stands out in my mind was the almost instantaneous responses I had to a bombardment of decisions that needed to get made.

Once upon a time, I could be depended upon to make all the wrong choices. And I have. And I learned from them.

On Tuesday, I had many little decisions, seemingly unrelated, that ultimately led to two or three big events that were connected.

I remember the anxiety I felt coming upon me as we waited for Nic's neuro to consult with us.

And I remember the small, still voice telling me to put the amxiety away; everything would ultimately work out.

And for once in my life, I listened.

And everything DID work out, with a little help from my friends and a whole lot of help from God. And the resulting peace of mind and heart...priceless.