You know what I don’t like?
Killjoys. Hopelessness. And the Negative Nancys of the world.
But you know what I really love?
Killjoys. Hopelessness. And the Negative Nancys of the world.
Here’s why: For every accomplishment in mai life, those naysayers had my panties so wadded into a bunch that standing around moping certainly didn’t straighten em out. Without these wonderful lil doom and gloomers, I would have never experienced what true joy, success, and faith feels like.
Which is why last week when Freddy and I decided to head up my routine hike up Runyon Canyon to fill my Prayer Box with paper and leave prayers for friends, this beautiful nightmare you’re about to watch occurred and has kicked my @$$ into high gear for the next few weeks.
Today marks the birthday of Prayer Box 3.0. The brainstorm begins.This has happened to me before, and it only gets better each and every time. So I’m looking for designers, carpenters, anyone with brilliant ideas, and of course prayers for the person that did this. Are you with me?? Bring it.
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