Everyday I look for positives. When we first lost our daughter, it was usually the sunshine we noticed daily. It was June and the skies were usually bright with white puffy clouds. In fact, the day we buried her was considered a beautiful day in nature. It was a day with gorgeous, clear sunny skies, near perfect temps, green-green grass, and blooming flowers almost everywhere you looked. The glory of nature was all around me that day. It was a heartbreaking day. But there was beauty in it none the less. 

Some days the positives are not so easily recognized. Some days we have to search for them. Even on the naturally beautiful days. We need to try, though. 

I remember particularly difficult days when I had felt so ugly and negative inside all I could see was clouded by it. My perception was so off due to grief. Then something would happen. Maybe I would see a butterfly, someone would text or message just the right words I needed to hear, or maybe someone would stop by just to say hi and see how we were doing that day. It was usually nothing big but it was a positive. 

Never stop looking for the positives. Sometimes, it’s the little things that will change our perspective.