One of the other blogs I follow, belongs to that of Mr. John Wallace (and if you don't follow him, perhaps you should). His post from Friday, asks "When you get to heaven, what is the first question you will ask God?" I have been thinking about this and lots of other things all weekend. My mind is somewhat cluttered and I feel as though I am being pulled in 100 directions, with really no where to go. But, more on that in a moment...
There are so many questions I would like to ask if provided the opportunity to do so. But, for the first? I will ask if He is pleased. Did I live my live in the manner in which He intended? The Sermon and subsequent Youth Group discussion this morning surrounded the notion of being intentional during the Lenten season. Intentional about our interactions with others, but most importantly with God. When asked how I planned to observe Lent this year, I responded by saying that my focus was to evaluate the things in my that still need work and put my faith in God that He has a plan for how they will be resolved.
I am restless. Often feel like I am spinning my wheels. Waiting. For what? I don't know. Change of some kind. This is where I start to grow impatient, wanting to understand the plan.
There are also fragments of other things whirling around--my best friend asked me to write a poem yesterday, so I did. First one I'd written in months. Wasn't my best showing, but there are now lines of others swirling around. But, I am not focused. I am having a hard time sitting quietly, alone with myself.
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