Comments on: THE LIGHT AT THE END OF THE TUNNEL IS REALLY A MIRROR http://www.screamsofconsciousness.com/the-light-at-the-end-of-the-tunnel-is-really-a-mirror/ hear what's true...for you Fri, 27 Aug 2010 15:30:31 +0000 http://wordpress.org/ hourly 1 By: Terri http://www.screamsofconsciousness.com/the-light-at-the-end-of-the-tunnel-is-really-a-mirror/comment-page-1/#comment-58 Terri Fri, 27 Mar 2009 17:19:06 +0000 http://www.screamsofconsciousness.com/?p=51#comment-58 I'm at my kitchen table this morning asking for some sign that my life matters. Don't get me wrong, I'm not depressed, well at least not suicidal. I'm just having a heck of a time trying to decide what to do with the rest of my life. I've spent a lot of time reflecting back and I find nothing that fills me with any real pride or since of purpose. I feel as though I've spent 52 years becoming proficient in inefficiency. A classic Jack of some trades but master of none. I'm not sure why I decided to write you. I guess I want you to know that reading your message today has uncovered a tiny spark in my spirit. A spark that feels a lot like a twinge of hope. The hope that I can find the courage to develop my gifts; gifts that God has given me to share; gifts that have been hidden under fear much too long. Thanks for sharing. Terri A Student Teacher of Life I’m at my kitchen table this morning asking for some sign that my life matters. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not depressed, well at least not suicidal. I’m just having a heck of a time trying to decide what to do with the rest of my life.

I’ve spent a lot of time reflecting back and I find nothing that fills me with any real pride or since of purpose. I feel as though I’ve spent 52 years becoming proficient in inefficiency. A classic Jack of some trades but master of none.

I’m not sure why I decided to write you. I guess I want you to know that reading your message today has uncovered a tiny spark in my spirit. A spark that feels a lot like a twinge of hope. The hope that I can find the courage to develop my gifts; gifts that God has given me to share; gifts that have been hidden under fear much too long.

Thanks for sharing.

Terri
A Student Teacher of Life

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