Today has been a grey day. In many ways. The weather's been rainy and dark, I'm not sure if we've had daylight today at all. My thoughts and mind have been clouded grey too. Not that I have anything to be sorry for, or since I have EVERYTHING to be thankful for, there should just not be any room left for beeing ungrateful. So I'm not. Just a little down.
I've been very tired lately (four weeks or so), I don't have the strength to do what I want, or should or what I do. Today I've seen a doctor, left my blood (not all of it, of course =) for a closer cheque. I didn't feel better off, though it was not my thought to sit here telling you all of my problems. I wanted to tell what makes them less important, what brightens my day so much that I can feel the sunshine on my skin. You see, one thing comfort headaches, sore throats, exhaustedness and a depressed mind:
The comfort to know that I am loved.
These days expressed through a song by Scott Krippayne: "I'm Not Cool"
Some people tell me that I look kind of funny
my nose is red and the braces don't work at all
they say the clothes I wear are all out of fashion
I don't fit in and should be shopping at a different mall
I studied classical piano when I could've been playing guitar
I used to drive an el camino and I'm not even sure it's a car
Chorus:
I'm no cool
but that's okay
my God loves me anyway
I'm not cool
but that's alright
I'm still precious in His sight
I'm not cool
but I don't care
how I'm supposed to do my hair
I'm not cool
but that's okay
my God loves me anyway
It doesn't matter if I know all the lingo
He doesn't mind if I'm not hanging with a certain crowd
some people still believe in building an image
but I am finding that's a worry I can do without
I used to wish I was athletic
but football was never my game
I made some friends in mathematics
but no one can spell my last name
He says that I am a one of a kind
He says that I am a one of a kind
and I don't have to try to be somebody else
He believes in me
and says I'm free to be myself
I can be myself
I'M PRECIOUS IN HIS SIGHT
Precious, not "okay", "can do",
I'm PRECIOUS
In His sight.
I'm precious, so are you. We're perfect in His sight. I don't know about you, but to me His sight is the one that counts.
God bless you all, carry you through struggles, comfort you through fear, sing with you through joyful times. Let Him LOVE you, the way it was supposed to be from the beginning of.
Like a father.
åslaug
PS!
Cheque out the song "Carry me" by same artist too.
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Aslaug,
Thank you so much for stopping by and kindly leaving a comment. I hope you are in better spirits and feeling well.
Wishing you a great weekend,
Deb
Aslaug,
I have thought a lot about "grey days," and love your terminology! They lend perspective, don't they?
Last winter I was tired all the time, and got a fever every night. I know how you feel/felt (hopefully you're better now!). The doctor took blood, but nothing turned up. He made me terrified by suggesting cancer, though. Anyway, I'm better now, but I don't remember much from those few months, because I didn't have the energy to do anything except what I had to do. It was an exercise living in His strength.
To God be all glory,
Lisa of Longbourn
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