Because you have to lift your eyes

I promised some travel tales this week and they’re coming.  But the travel today, as I journey to my studio for work, scramble to the next county for a football game and walk out my 15,753rd day on earth?  It’s about the view.

I wrote myself a reminder on the white board this morning. My writing is not fancy or Pinterest worthy, but I cannot let this stop me from living.  (repeat three times while breathing deeply)

The chicken scratch that looks like words is mine, the other chicken scratch belongs to my barnyard friend, the preschooler.  Just sayin…


I will look to the hills, it’s where my help is…..from the Lord.

Psalm 121

A song of ascents.

I lift up my eyes to the mountains—

where does my help come from?

My help comes from the Lord,

the Maker of heaven and earth.

He will not let your foot slip—

he who watches over you will not slumber;

indeed, he who watches over Israel

will neither slumber nor sleep.

The Lord watches over you—

the Lord is your shade at your right hand;

the sun will not harm you by day,

nor the moon by night.

The Lord will keep you from all harm—

he will watch over your life;

the Lord will watch over your coming and going

both now and forevermore.

I’ve been looking down, at the mess around my feet.  We all have one on any given day whether we cop to it or not.   Some messes we organize.  Some we ignore.  Sometimes we get down and dirty and do a massive de-clutter. But every once in a while, we grab a blanket and curl up in it.

Today, I’d like to grab a fuzzy blanket, jump back in my bed and pull the covers over my head.  Just live in a pretend world where I can’t see the mess.  I want to hear the white noise of my fan and the beat of my heart and I’d like for the rest of it to taking a flying leap.

Shortly after I wrote my little reminder to myself, I realized that my eyes have been at my feet and gazing up to the journey that’s just ahead of me instead of looking up.  They’re looking  beyond the stress of the day into the imaginary perfect world of tomorrow.

Tomorrow seems easier to control than today.  It’s the day where it can be different.  They day we tell ourselves we’ll finally get the mess cleaned up once and for all. A world where Someday trumps Today.

We all know down deep that tomorrow isn’t perfect, but sometimes it’s nice to pretend.

Today, there’s been much to obstruct my vision.  I see fallen trees and trash and life that needs to be cleaned up.  Messes that won’t take care of themselves. My feet need to be facing forward for sure.  I can’t stand still and think that life will order itself, but my eyes need to look up.

To the hills.

Where my help comes from.

To the Maker of Heaven and Earth.

Because He doesn’t sleep and He’s got this!

I spent a spirit moment looking up this morning and then literally put  my head back. Looked up through an opening in the trees around my house and to a thin layer of cloud cover that was blowing over.  It was moving so fast that I felt like I was moving.  With my eyes lifted, there was peace in the moment and a visual reminder that when my feet are firmly planted and when my eyes are lifted to where they belong, I can see the movement.  I can see the way out of the mess.

If you can grab a solitary moment today, go outside and just look up, here in Indiana the sky is  gorgeous today.   Put some imaginary blinders on and look up, away from dried out foliage of scratchy relationships that irritate, and buildings of job complications that interfere with your view and the abandoned vehicles of sorrow and shame that beg to be towed.

If you do, I think you’ll see a clear view that will wrap you up as snug as any blanket could.

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I'm a forty something women managing a busy family, working as a hair designer and trying to use my big-girl words.

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