I am grateful for quiet streets at 6 am while we walk.

I am grateful for sore muscles that tell me it’s working.

I am grateful for a warm sun and a breeze that blew during my lunch on the front porch today.

I am grateful for that breeze that blew some of my potato chips right off my plate. I imagine God was saying, “Uh, Rhonda, you don’t need THAT many chips on your plate.”

I am grateful for the unmistakable feeling of God’s presence that just makes me all warm inside.

I am grateful for my Tony Evans book, “Detours.”

I have a writing assignment for work that is THE. LAST. THING. I. WANT. TO. DO. I love writing. I do not love writing about things I know nothing about. I am fighting to focus. I am staring at the computer, unsure of a direction to take. My mind wanders. I tell myself I can’t do it. I jump at any other task, just to avoid this big frog I need to swallow. I am STUCK.

I am grateful for the correlation I am seeing in reading Detours and in not swallowing the big ugly frog. I am misaligned.

“When you live with your mind and thoughts focused in the wrong direction, you will have a difficult time finding your destiny. You will go on detour after detour after detour. But when you allow the Great Physician to turn you around – to bow your head down, even though the process may feel painful, you become ready to walk with a purpose.” – Tony Evans, Detours

I am grateful that tomorrow I will swallow the ugly frog and I won’t do anything else until it’s DONE. Well, not true. I will early morning walk. I will eat my egg. I will read my devotions. But when I park myself in front of the computer, I will serve up a big ‘ol plate of cuisses de grenouille and eat.