Fresh.
I love fresh.
I love the smell of freshly baked anything, especially bread.
I love the smell of laundry fresh off the line.
I love fresh sheets on the bed.
I love a fresh, crisp morning.
I even love freshly fallen snow.
Today has a unique freshness about it.
Today I am diving into my writing in a fresh way,
with a fresh commitment,
with fresh determination,
with fresh hope,
with fresh desire.
With the good things of recent classes, comments, critiques, and encouragement
I am going to start fresh.
I am starting fresh.
I am writing.
I am setting goals.
I will be achieving them.
Today is fresh for my faith, too.
I will not always be on the mountain top, high on the energy-charged experience,
rubbing elbows with accomplished industry artists and creative genius.
I will walk through average days, difficult days, insanely busy days
and I will walk with fresh and renewed trust that One who has called me to this
will bring it to completion.
Today is fresh.
And fresh feels good.
Pot of Manna 