Tuesday, March 02, 2010


There are days when it's as if life just seems to happen, nearly gliding.

There are days when I can see the steps before me, and life feels under control.

There are days marked by laughter, as if the whole day is smiling.

There are days, although I've been awake for hours, I feel like I'm wearing fog as a tight sweater. My neck has to work extra hard just to keep my head from falling.

Each day begins with a push by the Creator and yet I often allow the path before me to determine my outcome.

Remember the push.


Sandi Elzinga said...

Beautiful writing. Beautiful thought.

Jane, The Suburban Philosopher said...

I love the line about your neck having to work extra hard. Brilliant, friend.