Optimism isn't an instinctive character trait of mine but rather a journey I choose to embrace.
At times I still marvel at sweet moments of contentment that have surfaced on my face.
The path of a sunny jubilant life might come naturally to some... but I must talk with God.
I refuse grips of depression, I wield my eyes towards a pleasurable today on sand or on sod!
With discerning knowledge, I ask my Jesus to forge and light a path, in Him secured.
With an upraised brow of sensibility, deeply imprinted lines of worry become obscured...
Finding smiles within for extraordinary pleasure of embracing friends and abandoned play.
Just like the faces of children on Christmas morn, the gift unwrapped,
______________________________________this is the present; today!
Trust His Heart
This song, posted for a friend.