When you rise from your bed, how many minutes does it take before you truly shine?
Oh, dear. That long.
Might I have just two of those precious minutes each morning? Two minutes to whisper a gentle word of encouragement, to brush a feather across your funny bone, to prove how beautiful and valuable you are to God?
Two minutes. No calories, no squat thrusts, I promise.
Rise, sister mine. And shine.
by Liz Curtis Higgs
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