by Toni Birdsong
There’s no getting around it this time.
It’s time to open the book.
Stop pacing. Stop pondering. And (please), stop talking so much.
Sit down. Hush up.
It’s time to open the book.
Not on Sunday or someday—but on this day.
Before you pick up the phone, it’s time to take your dilemma and heartbreak to the throne.
Before you turn on Oprah, ask Dr. Oz, or get an Osteen fix . . .
It’s time to open the book.
No one’s going to do it for you. You can wait at the station all day. But that’s one train that’s not coming.










