i’m overwhelmed with the details of life. internal and external.
i’m limited. in resources. internal and external.
sometimes i have to fight the darkness inside of me that inadequacy and imperfection exposes. never enough. or too much.
sometimes i lose.
sometimes i overcome.
and yet, my head is lifted in the midst of the chaos. of the darkness. and i see.
see out the window, beauty meant for just me.
will i stop the worrying and the planning? and just look and listen to the whispers of love trying to calm me.
I answer. I grab my camera. and go out. I stop searching and begin to see for the first time all day.
I see life. i hear the quiet. i see beauty. all in the imperfection of me.
because i’ve stopped. and listened to something other than my fears. i begin to see the details of life. and beauty that was meant just for me.
and i feel at peace.
“But you O Lord, are a shield about me. You are my glory, and the lifter of my head.”