So, as I approach the last week of my one hundred day journey, I hesitate.
I began on a whim.
Easter was approaching, I hadn’t done God in years – at least not in a concentrated way.
And, watching TV, I channeled into a Praise and Worship station, something I do very rarely, to find an old woman, holding her own on a lively debate about one hundred days of focused worship.
I went to her site, and signed on.
She’s an odd kettle of fish, a Catholic nun with a Ph.D and a very sort of – um – pernickity way of being.
I have pretty much managed a post a day, but there have been two periods of about a week each that I vacationed – both times preceeded by a night out on the town.
I don’t know what I’ve accomplished.
I need to know.
So this week, starting tomorrow, I will look at what has happened to me; what I was hoping for, how I am now and what my hopes are going forward.
Today I continue to seek cooperation from life, and freedom from anger.
I hope to find promise and progress in the practical matters of life – a conclusion of sorts on some property issues, an avenue, perhaps to a new job.
I want to find that my heart has changed, and that there is joy in my life.
♦photo – Mike Moruzi♦