Another day, another opportunity…

The breeze rustled my curtains gently

The sun peeps in just a little

The bird so intent on singing its song

All seeming to say: Good morning

My eyes flutter open

A little stretch, a little turn, just the slightest yawn

Another day stretches before me, like a canvas

waiting for another chapter to be written

I pause for a second……..

Then I begin to choose my brushes: a light one, a flat one, a broad one, a thin one, a thick one; each having its own purpose…

and the colors: a little orange for the sun, some blue for the fun, some green for all the life, some red because we are jazzy and electric

some yellow, some purple: it’s a burst of colors

My life is beautiful, everyday is a great day

I know some amazing people, I have the most amazing dad

My GOD, MY ABBA

the one who CLOTHES me with such AMAZING GRACE

You know, my canvas is white after all

Because my creator has given me all the joy

now all I need to do…

is PAINT: my day, my week, my story

But first let me say a PRAYER

Because that makes all the difference