Yeah, I know I haven’t been around for a while. I’m trying to figure life out… still. At least my own life. But there are no bread crumbs for me to follow. Why post about a meaningless life? Who does that help? My days have devolved into an endless round of getting up, walking the dog, reading, chatting up my wife, and going to work. I have nothing to share about truths I’m stretching into or dreams I’m sketching out or even struggles I am surviving. Life has dumped me in a DMV waiting room with no one behind the counter. I’ve been sitting here for a year now.
I no longer wake up miserable every morning, and there is something to be said for that, but can someone please remind me the point of waking up each morning? It is like Groundhog Day but with an endlessly repeating script. Didn’t we just do this yesterday… and the day before… and…. MacBeth mutters the truth:
Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death.
Janathan Grace Reflections 
We wake up each morning to bring Him glory. Your posts have helped me to understand I am not the only one whose feelings do not match my inner truth and desire to please Him in all I do or say. Please keep writing as you do not know how your writing has helped. Christine
Christine, thank you for letting me know that my sharing helps you. That is what I wish for most of all, and it is a real encouragement to hear that it does. May you find each day enough grace to keep going in the way of truth.