Perspective...

So much depends on your perspective in this life. Looking down the glass may look half-empty. Yet, looking up, the very same glass looks half full. The only thing that changed was my perspective. And therein lies the key, the secret to always finding the glass half full. It's so simple that I've been overlooking it all this time. Look up. No, not the ceiling...not even the sky...further, past the stars and the galaxies to the Creator. Yup, if I'm focused up on Him then surely the glass is half full. In the moments when my problems all seem so vast I need to stop and look up. Look up to the Lord and ignore that voice of the world whispering in my ear saying that it's all too much, that there's no way I can manage it all, that I'm not good enough, that I'm doing things wrong... If the God of all the universe took the time to knit me together in my mother's womb, to create me from nothing, than surely I must be worthwhile. Of value. Wanted. Loved. Surely He hears me. It is me who needs to open my ears and hear Him. That quiet whisper that says, "I will never leave you, nor forsake you...", the Hand on my shoulder giving me comfort. Why have I been trying to fill my own cup? I've been looking to myself to do something that, all along, God has been waiting patiently for me to ask Him to do. So here I am, at the bottom of my empty cup, looking up...