Remembering what I wrote only hours ago...
Today... the start of our 3rd seven.
This morning... groom-less.
Pastor up and gone...
Ohio bound in the early dark.
Today is one of those days...
One of those days when I will have to fight for different viewpoints...
Planting my feet firm...
I will force my eyes to see through barriers...
These ways of thinking still feel new and unusual...
But... they offer a change in perspective...
When the world feels upside down.
Pastor and I spent our last moments last night... holding... weeping... lamenting...
This is not a game.
We long...
We ache...
Our children grieve hard.
Togetherness is a desire that doesn't die.
Praying The Father changes my viewpoint today...
Needing His eyes... baby vision replaced by The Higher.
My perspective often falling short...
Still certain of His perfect love...
Aware that I am not forgotten, and He is at work on my behalf...
Just longing...
As I bring all of who I am...
I long to FULLY FEEL His affection today...
My little ones look on... trying to see for themselves...
I will motion us towards the only One who can satisfy...
The One that is always at our side...
Ready to receive... ready to give...
Yep!
It's one of those days...
My perspective must change in order for me to see the picture He sees...
I must look beyond the gray...
Searching for color rising on the horizon...
Enjoying hope reminders in my little world today...
Desperate daughters can find anchors even in breakfast cereal.
I am such a daughter.
Choosing to make "one of those days..." a great one.
For the gracious hand of God is upon my life.
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