Today’s thought is simple. Actually, the title says it all.
I broke my left arm when I was nine. It still works. I still can write and play drums; I play ping pong and racquet ball.
I’m older now. I think I’m forty, but my body knows better. My joints, muscles and ligaments have stiffened with age. However, HOWEVER - they are stretching again thanks to my Monday night Yoga class. I may be older, yet I’m regaining flexibility.
Even if we are broken, wrinkled, walk with a limp or use handrails, we still have value. We can still splash this world with our unique touches.
Broken crayons still color beautiful pictures.
Be encouraged today.
P Michael Biggs
One Word at a Time