i glance at the pines swaying in the breeze out my window to my right. the sun sinks low.
click. click. click. goes the keys to my laptop. my fingers fly on the black keys which have become like dear friends to me.
mmm...life is beautiful. perfect? as I said before :: absolutely not. there is beauty. there is laughter. there is love. there is rejoicing. and...
there are tears.
unfortunately, not every day can be lovely. and to-day i had to face the reality that life isn't picture perfect.
life isn't what I always dream it could be. Sitting in a cherry tree and staring at an orchard filled with blossoms, sure it's easy to call life beautiful. but what about when 100 things are hurled towards you, where at every turn you cannot help but sob and break down crying. will you call life beautiful then?
i often wonder what goes on "behind the scenes" of our greatest bloggers. what truly happens in their - what we call "picture perfect" life. oh, how i wonder. at times i often find myself asking, "what would it be like to have her life?" which in my eyes seems so picture perfect. but it isn't. we all have our bad days. some more than others.
picture perfect? hardly so. beautiful still?...yes.
if you asked me about a year ago, despite a few things here and there I would say I was living and breathing a perfect picture life. and then that moment ended. to-day I burst into tears. seems like I've been doing that more and more as of late. why? I can't tell you.
so this post is for you. to all who are facing those storm clouds and are wishing for a "picture perfect" life. sending my heart and love out to you. and I would appreciate all your prayers, dear readers. just to live and delight in our Savior.
postscript :: thanking my dearest friend miss Camille for sending me a sweet letter to-day. really brightened my day.