Perspective changes everything.

This has become a common theme of my life in the past few months. I learned that the way I see things changes things. Of course, the things don’t change just because I look at it in a different way. A blue T-shirt is still a blue T-shirt, no matter which angle I choose to stare at it from. An illness is still something to be healed from, a . . . . .

I questioned God, "How can I raise them alone?" right on the first day of my grieving journey. I mourned not only for the death of my beloved husband but also for my children's days ahead. I was drained to empty and had nothing left to offer. I was clueless and did not know what to do. I bargained, plead, and asked God to somehow give me a vision of the days ahead.

The . . . . .

I tried to be one
I thought I had to be one
It was exhausting
Losing my mind
Losing my joy

I believe many of you have been through times when you expect miracles to happen. I spent countless times imagining and rehearsing my own reaction when a giant prayer-request is being answered. But what actually would you do when a miracle happens right in front of your eyes. 

Once in my life, I faced a humongous mountain. I asked God to make a way, to breathe, to make things h . . . . .

Have you ever been in a situation where it's too complicated to understand, too much to handle, too overwhelming to carry on? Where the pressure is real, the expectation is high, the deadlines are near. It seems like the weight of the world is on your shoulder. Your heart is beating fast, your breath is getting shorter "Something has to be done, yet I don't know what to do" read more