I parked the car and then felt oh so old because I was holding the keys as we walked down the street. Driving a car is nothing like on Playstation, you know. Thankfully. Otherwise our car would be pretty beat up. ;)
I was thinking today, as I finished the editing touches on my book. The prologue was the last thing on my list and I'm a bit happy with it now. (Ironic, I suppose, that the prologue is the start yet it was the last thing to be done?)
The majority of us depend on what people to say to feel good about ourselves -- and if they tell us we're ugly, or different or not good enough -- then that's what we believe. Not because we want to but because we've made up our minds that what they say is what matters.
So I guess I want to propose something here. What if... we chose to believe that how God sees us is what's true?
Men and women look at the face; God looks into the heart. [1 Samuel 16:7