The blues are not always a bad thing, you know.
Many of my favorite things that help me fight off the blues are, in fact, blue.
Hydrangeas, bluebells….I love seeing the shades of blue that are found in a garden.
Blue jeans. Oh, how I love to wear my jeans. Its like being at home wherever you go.
Waves. The Ocean. Water, as far as the eye can see.
Majestic in its power, graceful in defeat until it crashes against the shore again, and again.
(image from: http://www.whirlwindodyssey.org)
Rivers, brooks, streams. Flowing, trickling, still.
(Image from : http://www.ecsahlberg.com/River.html)
My new Old Navy navy & white scarf. It perks me up, makes me feel fresh & youthful.
My eyes. They are a reminder that God likes the shade of blue so much, He shared it with me!
God collects all of my tears.
Water runs clear until it pools together, and then it reveals its shades of blue.
The fact God knows each and every circumstance that leaves me fighting the blues,
and treasures the tears I cry when I am blue for whatever reason…. reminds me that:
I am never alone.
God is never taken by surprise.
The blues may last for a night, or a season,
but joy comes, oh how it comes, in the morning,
with a new sense of His presence being more than enough
and the underlying hope that
when we finally meet face to face,
I will never be blue again.