Ever get the feeling that you lose? That you've been fighting a battle for the life that you've always wanted but you just can't win?
I lose. I'm lost. I'm tired.
I want to sit down and rest. I want a few minutes to myself to regroup.
The Bible says not to worry. That tomorrow will worry about itself. I'm not good at listening to that particular lesson. Well, I'm good at listening, just not at incorporating that into my every day. There were two years where I lived from day to day and was happy for what I had. I didn't live in the past and I didn't wish I was in the future. Those were my two years in Ghana. You know what I loved? I had no expectations. I just took what came to me and people took what came to them. I got to sit on my porch and just write for hours with my dog and my cats and friends would stop by and greet me when the passed. I had limited obligations. I woke with the sun - and the occasional annoying livestock nearby. I was free. My faith was boundless.
I love my family. They are perfect.
I'm just tired.
