Slowly, and I do mean slooooooowly, I have been getting back to me. Getting back to being true-blue-Angie Good.
I lost me.
In the muddle of the turmoil, I lost me.
I was there deep down inside.
I just needed to break-off and step back.
And step back, I did.
Step back and separated.
Harvest has been such a blessing in my life. I do regret not making the move sooner. Fear kept me paralyzed from moving.
Thank the Lord for giving me bravery and for moving me.
And now...back to me...
One of the biggest blessings has been - figuring out my work peeps' love languages. It's a mystery and when I solve it, I throw their language around like CONFETTI!!!
My most recent discovery has yielded abundant rewards. :)
Don't know what love languages are? Go to the library and search for Gary Chapman's book. Read it. You will thank me later.
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