I had gotten in trouble or something, so Sister had made me write ‘I will think before I speak’ a hundred times. Big pencil, big lines on the paper – I actually remember that. When I looked at the pages, I had a whoosh of memory about that, except for something new, which I held in my hands.

About two or three pages into the little stack, the words changed. ‘I will speak before I think.’ I don’t remember getting in trouble with all this (the writing part), so it must have been like that when Sister turned the pages over to my mom.

And now, as I learn each day more & more about what my heart says & what spirit says, maybe I’m getting closer to having them guide me a bit more. Pretty sure I’ve tuned in for long enough to all the often-noisy, often-insistent brain-noise that Sister wanted to be in charge.

Doesn’t matter if Sister was right.

Doesn’t matter if Sister was ‘wrong.’

Doesn’t matter if i was right.

Doesn’t matter if i was mixed up.

Just trying to keep listening.