It Always Is A Choice

Someone has left scuff marks all over the floor. Hello! Pick up your feet!      IMG_0214

The toilets need cleaned. Again.

The kitchen sink has scuzzy stuff in the drain covers. Ick.

The cats have scattered their litter all over the floor again…and I step on it, in my bare feet. Ugh.

Frayed nerves and not one more thing!

Poor decisions and consequences that are felt by everyone in the family, cause struggle.

Mud and dirt, and mess and mayhem…

And I  just want to crawl in a dark corner, light one of my scented candles and not deal with it.

Life Is Hard.

It is, isn’t it? Don’t we all feel it?

Yes, there is a lot of good in this life, but why is it so much easier to see the bad?

The lens zooms in on the imperfect, the marred, and the spoiled.

And just when it seems under control, the fabric of life rips wide open.

It is a choice.

I preach to myself.

I know this is true.

God is good, He is always good. His ways are right and His decisions are solid, in an otherwise unstable world.

It is in Him and through Him that I can really see.

With Him I can choose joy. The lens is clearer, sharper somehow.

A choice.

It always is a choice.

 

 

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One thought on “It Always Is A Choice

  1. Amen. It all boils down to our choices. Joy or misery. Anger or forgiveness. Contentment or envy. I choose the wrong attitude much more than I want to. Sorry. We’re not cat people, so I can’t relate to stepping in cat poo with my feet. Sorry.

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