On My Worst Days…

I’m learning life is all about perspective. A good day or a bad day all depends on how I look at it…

On my worst days, all I see is dust.
Dust on my shoes. Dust in my hair. Dust on my plate. Dust in the air. I feel it in my throat and I feel it in my clothes.
On my best days, I see the life that comes from dust. Bricks formed from the dirt. Red fingerprints in my bible. My friends, made in His image, breathed into life from creation’s first dust. Read More