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I pray every night before I go to bed. That’s just what I do. I’ll get home at the latest hour (6:30 am is my record) and still have to pray. Otherwise I can’t sleep. So, throughout this whole maybe-I’ll-sell-myself phase, I’ve still been praying.
The first night I prayed, this is what popped into my head:
Now when I read a Bible verse about tax collectors and prostitutes it’ll be like WHAM! SHIT THAT’S ME.
The second night I prayed, this is what popped into my head:
YOU CANNOT SERVE GOD AND MAMMON.
The third night I prayed, this is what popped into my head:
Let tomorrow worry about itself. There is enough to worry about today.
