Lately my life has become a series of appointments and transactions. Things have become so hectic that I found myself making appointments with myself. On a Sunday. I’m so thankful that I know I am making progress and that the finish line (well the first big one) is a little over a month down the road.
Monday’s are not usually my favorite days, but I am thankful for the progress and hope and joy that take place anyway.
November was a pretty great month until two days ago. Then it felt like obstacles were popping up put of everywhere and nowhere. I think the hardest part has been dealing with the end of a journey my family has been involved with and dealing with the fact that there is no resolution. It is a bit easier to deal with on a Friday, though.
I have been blessed to have witnessed the existence and practice and maintenance of great faith. When I was younger it was a consequence of my circumstances. When I began to grow up, I started to seek it for myself.
Now all I have to do is continually strive to live it out in the midst of my vast imperfections. In a world full of other flawed individuals. That’s all.