Confessions of a former non-recycler

How prayer led to doing my part

"We don't recycle, " I told my sister as she peeled the label from a can. "It's just too much work. We have to lug the bin all the way down the hill, and besides . . ." My voice trailed off as she silently put the can into the garbage. I continued the conversation mentally, however, pointing fingers of blame at all those things that prevented us from recycling.

Later that evening the discussion with my sister kept coming to mind. I realized that I had just reacted and not listened more carefully to my intuition. Somehow it hadn't seemed important enough. Yet I was feeling resentful, even angry, and I didn't like feeling that way.

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