Thursday Feb 23 2023

 “My mom taught it to us when we were kids. If you live on a ranch, you have to learn to be a hard worker. She would read us verses about working and doing our work as unto God and not for men. So, then we had a choice, we could do our work grumbling and complaining or be joyful about it. We could hate it, and we would be the one who was miserable. But we would still have to do the work. Or we could choose to be joyful and enjoy the work. I decided I wanted to be happy. And I think that’s part of why I have been.

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