It’s really just a small slice. One section of cheesy deliciousness. Still, I stare, and wonder why the emptiness seams to snicker. I notice that we do that all the time. So much good in our lives, so much blessing, so much to be grateful for. Instead, the slivers of pain always shouts louder than the happiest chimes. The darkness always overshadows the tremendous light.
I smile, because I know that it’s all about perspective. One slice is missing, but there’s still so much left. And I’m planning to enjoy every last bit of it.
So shall I not enjoy life and appreciate all that’s given? The empty slices are just that, a slice.. there’s certainly a whole bunch I’ve got to be grateful for.
And really, who doesn’t love cheesecake?
Wordy Spirit 
I m in love with cheesecakes.
Any slice is fine, even a small slice ❤️
Loved this so much!
LikeLiked by 1 person
I can relate to that! There’s nothing like a slice of that deliciousness 🤩
LikeLike