Perspective or Changing My Bad Mood into a Good Mood

It caught up to me. Curled in the windows's chair, my face upside down from the morning blur. He was out being hands and feet and I was here, stuck in my haze. Stuck. Since when is this blessing "stuck".

A quiet space, wielded into the minutes, and I sit here asking Him to make me new again. Take the vail off my eyes again. Ahh. Breathe it in. I begin reading another hungry woman's words. She seeks too and I know iron sharpens iron.

"-but nothing counted today. And I know my camera is lying face down in my cupboard and my windows are finger smudged..."

A whisper song from the kitchen. My own legacy sings out to a God who hears. "Love never fails never gives up never runs out on me it goes on and on and on and on it goes and it overwhelms and satisfies my soul and ill never ever have to be afraid cause this one thing remains..."

Perspective. I am not stuck. I am hands and feet to my own blood. And it sings out. Oh yes, it shouts forth with confidence. Because when we are told who we are and how we are loved, we are unstoppable by those nasty schemes.

So thankful for true perspective.