My Filter can Get Pretty Dirty Real Quick. And it Makes Sense. If the Dust Storm of Doubt comes Rolling Through, it Can Clog Your Filter Almost Instantaneously. Some Storms are Pretty Fierce and Can Hit Out of the Blue. One Moment You’re Walking on Air in a MultiColoured Fairy Land of Optimism and Hope. Then a Phone Call. A Text. A DejaVu Memory. The Clouds Roll In. The Wind Starts Kicking Up Dust and Pretty Soon the Windshield Wipers of Prayer and the Water of His Word is Needed. There’s Always an Antedote. Let’s Not See our Lives as the Colour of Brown when it’s Just the Dust on Your Glasses. Nothing Changed. Your Unicorn Land of Dreams is Still as It is. Maybe a Storm Went Through and Things are Repositioned. But it’s Still Unicorn Land My Friends. There’s Still Magic. There’s Crazy Opportunities to Explore. Unopened Doors to the Coolest Paradises to Be Discovered.
Don’t Let Some Silly Little Brown Particles of Doubt Keep You From Seeing Beauty…It’s Just a Little Dirt on the Filter Honey.
Life is Pretty.
xoxo
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