Somedays I feel as if I need a new point of view.
You know, a shift in direction.
A fresh wind in my sail, with my sights on a clear blue horizon.
I know that I am not hopelessly lost.
Just a bit blown off course...of course.
Cause I frequently do that when I'm distracted with, well, stuff.
In one of those moments (like today),
I looked down to see Zach's compass.
The one his Papa gave him.
The one he's been carrying around with him lately.
What a crazy sign...
Ok, I get it.
A silent prayer comes to my mind:
God, please, blow me back towards my True North.
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