She tells me she wishes she could fly.
I totally know what she means.
The weight of this world is so heavy sometimes. Too heavy.
But lately, I find myself floating. Floating somewhere between Heavenly hope and worldly reality.
This in-between, this waiting. It's confusing. Some days, I really don't know what I feel.
As I float, I work hard to keep my eyes focused on the prize, even when the gravity of it all tries so hard to keep me down.
I look at my girls; I try to live in the blessings. I try to ignore the rain and concentrate on the sparkle of the glitter that is providing so much joy. Sparkle that is making our day brighter, even if it is a little bit messy.
It's a choice, happiness. To have an Upward perspective. To hope. And I thank God every day that I have that choice because without it, my feet would never leave the ground. Even if that means I have to float a little before I fly.
(Emma's preschool Teddy Bear Picnic balloon release)
but those who hope in the LORD
will renew their strength.
They will soar on wings like eagles;
they will run and not grow weary,
they will walk and not be faint.
Isaiah 40:31 (NIV)
3 comments:
thank you for that reminder to look Up everyday!!
oh how I remember those Teddy Bear picnics. What a beautiful day for the children, the teachers, and the parents. It seems like just yesterday my boys were at CLEWS. Beautiful post, Lisa.
A beautiful post. A beautiful perspective. You are such an inspiration.
This part particularly resonated with my heart: "It's a choice, happiness. To have an Upward perspective. To hope."
stephanie@metropolitanmama.net
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