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Present Choices Effect Change

A sense of helplessness has gripped my heart as I have watched a loved one coming to the end of their rope.  It is heartbreaking.  Hitting the wall while holding on to what got them to that point is exasperating.

And yet, what about my choices?  Choices that I put off for a time when life levels off.  For when I have more time, money...   Choices to see the truth.  Choices to hear.  Choices that will effect change.

Choosing now to make different choices and begin taking small steps that will lead to a big difference in my physical, mental and spiritual health.  Present choices to effect future change.

 
"Transformation is not five minutes from now; it's a present activity. In this moment you can make a different choice, and it's these small choices and successes that build up over time to help cultivate a healthy self-image and self esteem."
- Jillian Michael

Reminds me of verse..." Do not conform any longer to the pattern of this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind. Then you will be able to test and approve what God's will is--his good, pleasing and perfect will." Romans 12:2


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