Face to the Sun

This has been a week that has challenged the peace I had been resting in.
Thoughts like thistles pierce my calm.
Weeds entangle and threaten to choke life from me.

Yet flowers,
Even flowers that are considered weeds,
Turn their face to the sun.

So I take a deep breath
And turn my face to the sun.
I listen to songs that feed may soul,
iChat a request for prayer,
and receive assurance in a passage of God's Word.

I turn my face to the sun
To the One
Who is strong enough