It came to me at the perfect time. I had been working really hard on a project and seeing little to no return. The doubt began to creep in. That’s the thing, the egoic mind likes it when you are vulnerable. And I felt vulnerable alright.
Here I was on the Beltway, heading to a meeting. I switched lanes and noticed a white minivan with a license plate that read, Isaiah 43.
But I was lost in thought. Worry had taken root. Should I try to change strategies with this project? What if that doesn’t work? Maybe I should…what if I could? This project is just…too much. What was I thinking?
On and on my mind rambled. Then that white minivan found it’s way back to me, in front of me this time. Isaiah 43. Traffic began to slow until eventually we were at a dead stop now. All…
View original post 157 more words