One person can make or break your day. For example, yesterday I was having a tough day, feeling beaten down and discouraged. Then, I started my job again at the day care I used to work in two years ago. The minute I saw my old coworker, my whole attitude changed. I felt like i was home. We caught up on old times and she made me laugh, and soon I had forgotten about my previously sour outlook on life.
On the other hand, a rude boss or troubles at home can change a whole attitude for the worse.
So, which one are you, in the workplace, your home, your church? Are you the one who makes people feel like they are home, or are you the one who puts the lemons in the sweetened tea?
A wife. a mother. A pastor's wife. Above all, a Christ follower.
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