how sweet the sound.

You know that feeling when it feels like a mask has been taken off your eyes and you can once again see clearly?

I was blind but now I see.

Yea. That.

For the first time in a long time I feel pretty good. Despite my circumstances, I can see the good in people. I can remember to pray instead of judge and I can remember my true calling, the calling that Jesus first spoke into me many years ago.

The world is a hard place and I’ve allowed it to give me a hard time. But now I can see some light and it’s ohhh so good and yet it’s oh so different than what I expected, wanted.

I don’t know how it’s so easy to forget that I’m in charge of my own happiness. That everyday I have a choice to treat life with grace or to blame it on someone else. I hope, hope, hope I can remember to choose grace. Always grace.

How precious did that grace appear.