My day is blurry because I am fixated on me,
the way my day was meant to carry on,
and the people who made it go wrong--
And I can stew and steam over those things
and I can convince myself that it feels good
to focus on me and the way I have been wronged,
But I am askew.
And what is "wrong"? And who
can be hurt? And it's up to me to
decide if I will be distressed, isn't it
or if I will respond instead with hope?
And before I know it, the day is done
and I have missed it.
I have botched the beauty of today
because I could not let the unjust fly free.
How can that be? I am made in the
image of the Creator and yet I feel
stuck in the mire. I plead for
my feet to get back on the rock.
So I try. At least I strive
and I pray and anticipate
That clarity comes in like a wave
and the center is in Him as it should be
and I am but a woman,
going about my day
aching over these hard lessons
but thanking God that...
I see beauty once again.