Beautiful People

I woke up this morning feeling different, thinking different, for no reason at all. The night's rest had left an ache on either side of my neck as usual, but as soon as my eyes- heavy as they were- took in the sunlight streaming in through my window, my creme colored carpet soaking up the rays is if it were its last- I knew the day was going to be different.

Throughout the day I would find myself thinking. Thinking deeply. I became obsessed with reading people's emotions- trying to decipher them. "What was she thinking?" "What is she feeling?" "Is he unhappy or is that how his face normally looks?" I became addicted with my insane sudden fascination.

So different I am now from times not so long ago. Trying to become more humane for my Jesus- One my heart longs to respect and trust- is transparantly difficult, but not impossible.

Not if I put in the effort. People are beautiful, somewhere along the way I lost that. This morning I felt different. I thought different. I realized once again, how beautiful people are.