Is My Worth Based on My Works?
I lay in bed at the end of the day doing an inventory. I took my mom and dad to the doctor; I supported a friend who is having a hard time; I donated blood; I made my husband’s favorite dinner; I took a meal to a friend who just had surgery. Yes, it’s ok—I mattered today. But I have to start over tomorrow.
Am I alone in doing this kind of devilish inventory at the end of each day?
