It hardly seems possible. Where has the time gone? I can't keep up, just as I begin to feel as though I can get it all together, the rug gets yanked out from beneath me once again. And then I start scrambling once again to get back up, put the pieces in place and start all over again. And so it goes.
Such is the way my year has begun. I've begun to expect nothing less. Not that I feel like I deserve anything more, mind you. I am but a humble servant. (Perhaps I need to work on the humble part a little bit more.) But in my rush and bustle to pick up the pieces, my capacity to 'serve' seems to have been misplaced. I don't feel like the balls that I work so hard at keeping in the air are the ones that He wants me to keep airborn. Though I am not certain. I listen for His voice. I search for a sign from Him. And I pray for direction, and I will continue to pray. I know that what I do is important in and of itself. It is important to be here for my family, to give them faith and hope, to work hard and function as I do in the capacity that I do. I try to be a good person and to carry Him with me where I go, to reach out to others, to make my world larger. Sometimes though, the challenges overwhelm me.
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