There's a family story that my father in law used to have a word... "photorectimyesis" which for him, translated into "a poopy outlook on life."
Lord, how easy it is to fall into THAT kind of stinkin' thinkin'!
Today's view from the porch needs to be abundance, not scarcity. After a delightful six day vacation hosted by my dad and stepmother to the Black Hills with my family, I returned to clogged floor drains, again, in my basement.
Today, my mind went directly to scarcity. "How much will this cost?" I thought of backhoes and tearing up concrete. Roto-rooters and then to refinancing my house...and my credit score is "risky" and how will I ever get a loan again? What about retirement? What about my kids' college education? What if I end up losing my house?
You get the idea. Geez, girl. Get a grip.
It's not fun. It is stinkin' thinkin' at its very best. It is not how I had planned to spend my last day of vacation, trying to get a sewer unclogger to call me, or spending precious hours talking with loan officers just to be told that I would have to do some serious work on my credit score...
"Mama, you are thinking overtime today," Emily says. (yes, she is brilliant, isn't she?)
OK, Laura, you let those waves of doubt overtake you today. Time to get back on the board and get on top of the waves instead of letting them capsize your peace of mind...
Peace! Be Still! Surf's up.