… Jesus, I trust in You.
Every morning I am greeted by those words hanging on my bedroom wall in the image of the Divine Mercy. And every morning I say them to myself determined to make myself believe it.
But I wonder. Lately I haven’t been behaving like a women with total trust in the Lord. I have been plowing forward with typical take charge of the situation exuberance. Determined and driven. After all, I grew up being fed the unrealistic B.S. that I could do whatever I want as long as I put my mind to it.
It’s a sick internal battle of bull headedness and faith.