In the face of circumstances, I find my feelings are fickle.

I fret, fume and fuss

I falter over the frivolous

I’m in a funk.

Feelings are part of being human, fickle or not.

Shall we all turn into curmudgeons?  I think not.

There’s a flicker of hope; it’s called faith.

Faith in a Father who overflows with faithfulness to us.

More than a friend who extends a hand of friendship

He lifts us up to feel his unconditional love.

He lifts us up to know His forgiveness

And there’s nothing fickle about that.

Judy