Skinny Fingers

     As my family has struggled a great deal in the past 6 months, my Dad implemented a new tradition, family prayer. Tuesday night, after my family had finished watching about 5 episodes of The Andy Griffith Show, we sat on the floor and prayed. 
      I've never been the person to close my eyes while we pray, I get too sleepy, (apparently it's a pastor's kid thing because all my siblings do it and several other pastor's kids I know.) As my father prayed I had my hands sprawled out on the floor. Just observing them while I listened. For the first time in all my life, I saw my fingers as skinny. 
      Ever since I was young, 7+, I always thought of myself as wide. Not fat, just huskier than everyone else. I didn't think it was bad, just a simple fact. I also always thought that my fingers were thick, and chubby. Not elegant and gentle, like a pianist's should be. I could never (still can't) get my finger nails to grow long so my hands look nice. But, for the first time that night, I thought my fingers were skinny. I saw them as skinny, and elegant. 

       I don't know if there is anything there, but I think that perspective is important. You can see the city as corrupting the land, ruining the environment, or we can see it as new beauty that is replacing the old. You can see your fingers as fat and stubby, or you can see them as skinny and useful. If you think everything in life is bad, you need a new perspective. Life isn't bad, life is good. 



As for the new look, I'm sorry for changing it again. I just didn't like the other one. It's my blog I can do what I want. Remember, owl be hawkward, so should you. ;)