I threw up my hands as I stepped off the bathroom scale, frustrated at myself for a variety of reasons — no one thing particularly dramatic, but the combination.
“Lord, help me be the man you intended me to be for the rest of my time,” I said out loud. “I could have been more than this all along, I know. Help me be more the rest of the way. Amen?”
I went through my office and paused at the door into the living room, leaning my hand against the door jamb.
The morning sun shone through the prism-like glass in my front door and cast a rainbow across my hand.
When God makes a promise, He is not exactly subtle.
Warren Bluhm is an award-winning community journalist, twice winner of the Wisconsin Newspaper Association’s prestigious Robert T. Wright Memorial Award as the best local columnist in the state. His voice was heard in thousands of radio newscasts from Green Bay to Ripon for 22 years, and his words were featured in thousands of newspaper editions for more than a quarter-century after that. He has had a digital presence since 2005 with blog posts he has collected in 10 books to date, and he has seven additional works and collections of his fiction.
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