Yesterday was a pretty drippy day at our house. The sky appeared dull and weepy with it’s rain fall. I didn’t feel like shouting for joy–instead, I felt like curling under a blanket. A few lamps were lit and their glow warmed me inside enough to press on with my day. I taught, prepared meals for my family, posted a blog, and sorted through piles of clothing ready for dispersing. The piles and filled bags are massive and still sitting in my foyer. A dirty cup was even found hidden in a bedroom with finger marks streaking through old hot cocoa powder.
We always have choices on what we focus on don’t we?
You know, my focus could’ve been on the dull sky above me, the fact that our kids couldn’t play outside, my depleting energy throughout the day, the clutter barring us from entering our foyer closet, or the disappointment of our son’s struggle with taking, eating, and hiding food in his room. Or my joy could’ve remained upon the flowers that will soon rise up to say hello, the birds that are collecting worms outside my window, the joy of teaching and raising our precious children, the overflowing amount of clothing that has blessed our family, or the joy of showing our son why trust and self control remains so important in life. Our perspective matters, doesn’t it? What might you choose to focus on today?