I am not able to write like I used to. I feel that the part of me that believed that anything is possible, the person who found endless inspiration in the beauty of the world has taken a cold hard blow to the gut. I have a lot to write about and no words. Words used to run through my fingers like water through a dam, but I guess the source is dry.
I am feeling it begin to well up from somewhere inside me, but even in those moments of inspiration I sit down to write and just end up staring at the last ten years and *feeling the last two. My heart was broken, more significantly... my naive trust was shattered. I realized for the first time that things really aren't always what they seem.
Perspective is everything. Viewing my life from the ground up is daunting. I have to continually remind myself that the only perspective that matters is the one that comes from heaven down. God is molding me into the eternally framed *picture perfect being that He intended for me to be. ~reminds me of an old Amy Grant song...All I Ever Have to Be...is what He made me. Huh, it seems a lot different now than it did all those years ago.
