I attended church. I believed in God.
Journal? Read the Bible? Fold my hands and pray? What was the "right way?"
It was awkward. Boring. Guilt provoking. And way too much pressure. (Not at all motivating to get up even earlier to feel those crappy things before I headed off to work.)
I got desperate. I was failing at life. I needed a deep connection with Jesus more than I needed to feign perfection.
So I got up 10 minutes earlier and began.
Saved my marriage.
Led me to work I love.
Taught me how to write.
Revealed my life purpose.
Made me a counselor & coach.
Healed badly broken relationships.
Exponentially increased my happiness.
Taught me how to make wise decisions.
And most importantly, it has given me "peace that passes all understanding," no matter what goes wrong in my life.
I am so far from perfect it's not funny. (Or it's hilarious, if you're a "glass half full" kinda person.) I make lots of messes on a daily basis. But they aren't the same messes I used to make.
Day by day, Jesus is helping me become a better person. A kinder, braver, more forgiving, more fun, more transparent person.
I don't love messing up, but I'm not scared of messing up like I used to be. I know if I step out courageously and do my best, I can trust Jesus with the rest.
You can too.
If you'll give me 10 minutes of your morning, on weekdays, I'll show you how. We'll grow together.