It's been a very eventful week.
Our pet bunny has left this world.
I attended my first ever dance fitness class. Are you even kidding me?! My coordination is lax. I was very disappointed to know for sure and for real that I will never be a dancing princess. Graceful is not an apt description; plodding, is.
I am trying to balance some health issues with an overwhelming work schedule. Trying to coordinate all the pieces makes me feel like I am losing every last piece of my mind.
Chapters are ending and chapters are beginning. And it's so much. Right now. It's so much.
I feel like I am losing at everything.
And it's truly the worst feeling.
It's humbling. I am being humbled. Becoming less.
It hurts the heart but it is good for the soul.
This body is frail and our time here is so very limited. And when our hearts are hurting we focus. Not on the temporal. But on the eternal.
As I sat in church today, I closed my eyes and breathed...."Even so, come." Actively longing for the Lord's return. Honestly. It doesn't happen often. Maybe on 9/11. Maybe every day when I read Facebook and see the geuine state of the human heart. But, you know what I mean, we are so wrapped up in life. None more than myself based on my timecard. A pause is good.
I am a complicated person. One who doesn't continually spout the gospel to all the creatures, but one who desperately clings to faith like a lifeline. One who knows all the words to all the hymns, but might occasionally bounce to a little gangsta rap.
Convoluted. Humbled.
Focus, Angela. Focus. On the eternal. On what is coming next. On Who is coming.
And all the decisions you make in surrender to that will be fruitful.
Run the Earth. Watch the sky.
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