Centered. (or trying to be)
I’ve always thought of myself as a strong and steady type. Someone who’s centered and sensible, rough and ready.
I don’t know where I got that idea, though, because I’m totally not. In harsh reality, I’m the girl who loses it when she loses things, who cries when her plans don’t work out, who gets so nervous that she makes her own tummy sick. I’m so far from centered sometimes, which is probably why this song has been in my head this week:
You’re the center of the universe
Everything was made in You Jesus
Breath of every living thing
Everyone was made for YouYou hold everything together
You hold everything togetherChrist be the center of our lives
Be the place we fix our eyes
Be the center of our livesWe lift our eyes to heaven
We wrap our lives around your life
We lift our eyes to heaven, to YouLyrics by Charlie Hall
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