I haven’t had a weekend off for a long time, and it’s starting to depress me! Always things to do, places to run, and no time to just take it easy and unwind. I have a couple of poems I’d love to work on but won’t even attempt that unless I have a few hours (minimum) in which to work. (There’s nothing worse than getting on a roll and having to stop!) And here it is Sunday night and I’m wondering where the weekend went yet again. The days/weeks/months/years just keep ticking away, and that ticking seems to be picking up speed. How quickly life passes.
I feel as if I’ve missed something, as if there’s something I’m supposed to be doing. I am a firm believer in the sovereignty of God yet don’t feel that means I should sit around and wait for something to happen. It would help, though, to know what direction to head. Maybe I’m just not ready for whatever “it” is. Maybe this is part of the “training” (whatever that means, lol). In any event, unrest in my spirit is generally a sign that something’s amiss. Could be any number of things as lately I’ve been less than faithful. Were it not for the fact that He is, I should have no hope. And who can live without hope?