This issue of time is lingering in the air again.
I promised myself I wouldn’t let it get a hold of me again. I hope I’m not backing down.
Life is positive. Things are looking up. God is good. I’m okay.
I feel like I’ve never had more things to do. More responsibilities to be responsible for.
Ironically though, I am at peace.
Isn’t God good?
So much confusion, a mass whirlwind,
and there, standing in the middle of it all, calm and unmoving, Jesus.
With outstretched arms, always ready, always waiting for me.
Me. He wants me to love him.
