Recently, I have become a human doing. My day is crammed with work, rehearsals and.. toothache. According to Mr ego; busyness = f**king hero. However this particular hero is having doubts about his sanity. In a nutshell; Im jelly-fied; wobbling all over the place without a purpose.
Thankfully, this morning, spirit brought me to my knees.
God whispers softly through the cracks of my life reassuring me ‘ Here is my own beloved son, in whom I am well pleased’
Maybe happiness is simply whatever I want it to be... and wherever I am… there God is.