How long does it take your face to wake up in the morning?
I mean, get rid of that “I just woke up, eyes puffy, can hardly open them, couldn’t possibly put an ounce of make up on them” wake up?
Trivial and silly right?
I feel that way sometimes. Caught in these two conflicting worlds. The first world is about me and my puffy morning face. There is a desire to be like everyone else, fit in, put the make up, wear the right shoes, blend in and not stand out. A puffy face makes a person stand out. As does a big pimple that may or may not have been picked at and has now turned into a red sore…but I digress…
The other world is the one I shared in a link yesterday. It’s the life changing world of orphans being left for a YEAR only to find absolute joy and reconciliation with their biological family through the HARD work and miraculous prompting of God. That world seems so amazing and richly fulfilling. That world is about hope and life and things not even realized.
But I don’t live in this world of others too often. Instead I get caught up in my puffy face, red eyes and “not quite enough” mentality.
And frankly, it sucks. Because the other world, the world where children are helped and hope is given, that’s where I really want to be all the time.