It's 3AM and I'm in my pajamas, sipping from my already cold mug of swiss miss when Spotify chooses to play this song.
Lately, I've been thinking about how uninspired I am. I miss the days when I could turn my ideas into something tangible--days when I would just grab my camera and go outside to capture something beautiful, or when I wouldn't notice the hours passing because I was so engrossed in my painting. I guess, more than anything, I miss being surrounded with so much beauty to inspire me.
I try not to be resentful of where He has chosen to place me. I try to still see the world through grateful eyes, even though it's slowly losing its colors. And I'm praying so hard that this phase will soon be over, that this divine discontent will soon be overcome by the truth that God is enough and He is sovereign and He works for the good of those who love Him.
For now, I shall hold onto these words:
"Your world's not falling apart; it's falling into place."