Thursday, February 3, 2011


I’m buried underneath bibles, books, commentaries, coffee mugs and empty boxes.
I turn to the other side of my office and its crayons, fabric, plastic cars, schedules and attendance sheets.

As claustrophobic and chaotic as this may sound, it is actually refreshing.

I look up on my wall and see pictures of places I have been and places I long to see.  Post-its cover my wall with little reminders of who I am and who I am not.

Sometimes I feel older than I am.

Then I am reminded that this is not over yet.

He is not done with me nor am I done.

Praise the Lord cause I am a mess. (literally)

“The worst condition is to be a slave to the desires of your heart. 
That’s when you give up everything for nothing at all.” 

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