Good morning, friends. Today is either going to be remarkable or ridiculous because of how little sleep I scored last night. No major crisis, just one of those nights with eyes unbearably wide open. So that means admiration if this rocks and grace if it doesn’t, okay?
MAINTAIN PERSPECTIVE, I sometimes shout to myself. When I’m blowing that one thing out of proportion, or when I’ve shifted my focus to something totally trivial.
Oh God, I wince as I pray. Help me with perspective. When it’s Him I need to hang onto, and not the crazy of this world.
Like that one mitten that floats in and out of the lost and found box, I’m constantly misplacing and then regaining perspective.
I lose perspective when I take the good but temporary, or the bad but temporary, and give it too much life. When I write it a chorus, rather than the line or two it is due.
So here’s to a quest for balance in perspective, for peace in perspective. For seeing the blessings through the messes and eyes on the glorious Finish Line.