Ok so I am still in Pj's ..Just what does that Mean ...

I am not dressed
And

My hair is a mess

But that is when my writing is best

Who can say I am not blessed ... lol

My spirit is open to receive from the Lord

He comforts my soul .. He is my Reward

So What can I say to those who would think me unblessed

While they wander around ..

With their lives in a mess
And
So totally stressed

Maybe
 They need
To mess up
Their hair ..

Life is not perfect

No
Not anywhere ..

This earth will pass away with all of it imperfections ..

Why add to the mess ... of the day

Look to the Lord.. and let Him have His way ..

Note to self: Written back August 17th 2009 ....Wondering to myself why I never re-posted the poem here
Written as the thoughts of the last few days..pressed upon me.. looking and feeling a mess on the outside.. but on the inside.. I know who I am in Christ.. Nothing else matters ..Amen!