I am standing at my back patio. It’s a windy night. The strong, cool breeze pushes against me as I breathe it in. The night is bright, a full moon is directly above me as scattered clouds hasten across the sky.
For months I have been in a funk.
Engulfed in a myriad of fear and doubt, insecurities and uncertainties.
I’ve been bogged down by the noise and every time I have desired to rise, life manages to sucker punch me. Oh nothing out of the ordinary is occurring in our lives…from the outside in we are happy and healthy and fine.
Yet, in the past few weeks I have been made aware of the fact that I have been wasting away. This crankiness, sour disposition and even bitterness has crept into my soul and has even plagued my relationships, my desires and mostly my faith.
What’s going on? Nothing.
Yet, you know how people say that attitude is everything…well, maybe they are onto something.
As I stand out in the cool night I realize all of this life…it’s a gift.