Dear Friends:
I went into my Chiropractors office (yes, again!) And this time it was blank
No words, no pictures, no advice, no thoughtful quote. Empty. White. Space. To
contemplate.
I realized that’s us. I wondered if I walked around with a dry wipe board everywhere,
what would I write on it? Would it change? Daily? Weekly?
Don’t we sort of do that? By our facial expressions? By our words? By our actions?
What are you putting out into this world?
What does the dry wipe board of your life say?
HMMMMMMMM.
Praying that you not only keep the faith but that you share it