Once there was a man in a rut, a rut so deep that when he looked up all he saw was the sky. He looked ahead. Rut. He looked behind. More rut. He frowned. He called for help. No one. After a while he looked down and he thought to himself, “Hmm.” Then he took his shovel and pulled a little of the dirt around him together, placing it under his feet. And he was higher. He did it again. And he was higher still. Again. And again. Finally, he filled the rut with enough of the soil within reach to simply step out of it and walk away. And he said to himself, “What rut?”
What’s the moral(s) of this story? What might it mean for you and me today?
TODAY.
LET'S GIVE THE WORLD & OURSELVES A GIFT.
LET'S TAKE TIME TO THINK ABOUT HOW WE THINK.
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