It’s been one of those seasons. I need a pep talk. 
News flash, world...I lost my mate, not my mind. 
My common sense, ability to problem solve, skill set has not diminished; in fact, each have grown. 
I suppose there will always be those who refuse to see me in that light, but lately I’ve felt like a “project.”  Let’s assume she needs this or that or she can’t possibly figure out her life without him. 
Of course, I miss sharing the weight; it’s hard and exhausting. And as I write, I don’t want to boast, but SELF, you don’t have to listen to those voices. You’ve saved lives, run departments, managed nearly seven years of upheaval! Don’t listen. Choose better...you are not a victim. 

The NFL Super Bowl halftime show takes almost a year to plan and execute. Yesterday’s 13 minute production cost approximately $13 million. 

I switched channels after glancing at Shakira’s “bondage” on the way to the kitchen.  According to your chagrin,  it sounds like I made the appropriate decision.  Yet, this morning I awake to glowing praise of their performances. 

Two gorgeous, talented women...what an unnecessary offering of their gifts.  I don’t blame the NFL, Pepsi or either performer; you have to have onlookers and buyers to spend that much effort and money. I blame the consumer. I blame me!

A team of people invested a year’s time, their individual gifts and a small fortune on a 13 minute show that produced a hefty financial payoff, but little redeeming value.  

Their choice, but begs the question: how am I going steward my year? Will I tear down or build up...promote goodness or support harmful emptiness? Will I gather garbage or have the courage to turn it off?

2020: my time,  my gifts, my talents...it’s my choice. 

Whatever you do, work at it with all your heart, as working for the Lord, not for human masters, since you know that you will receive an inheritance from the Lord as a reward. It is the Lord Christ you are serving. Colossians 3:23-24