Words that float in my head. Embedded insults to myself. There is no use in denying the truth. I believe those words.
Heavy words weighing me down spiritually, emotionally, and even physically. Words I hate, yet yield to them, always.
God’s truths are to be heard.
I thought I would turn those negative thoughts into something tangible and good.
My grandmother would often hand me a penny and offer, “A penny for your thoughts.” She knew I needed to talk…. unload. I would take that penny and spill my guts.
A penny for your thoughts…….
Each time I think something negative about myself, I will put a penny in a jar. I will give those pennies to my son’s Sunday school class. They are raising money for the 30 Hour Famine.
So far, this morning, I’ve added two cents to the jar. I will have a visual representation of how many times I tell myself something negative. The truth may be hard to swallow….. Ahem.
Embrace. Give. Love. Serve.