Out of Sorts

Do you get out of sorts?  How do you sort it out when you do?

I feel like this tree.  Kind of scraggly. Kind of confused.  Kind of hoping that the  stuff sprouting is the promise of something better to come.

But I’m not quite sure. But I am trying to look up.

When I look up I feel better.  When I look down, well… I see that the house is running behind and over budget, that my book is running behind and over whelming me, that my job is running away and over committing me, and that my children are running ahead and over extending me.

I better look up.  God promises to sort out all the stuff.