I used to sing the tagline from a John Lennon song quite often just because it fit so well into my life. The line goes 'Nobody told me there be days like these/Most peculiar momma, whoa'. Most of the time I feel adrift in the waves of days going by wondering if the tethering line will ever tug me back and hold me in place for a season. Doesn't seem to happen that often though. It's not that I don't have aims or dreams, but it doesn't seem that I'm the one that shot the arrow at the target, rather I am the arrow. I rocket along through a life that passes quicker each day looking around to see what on earth I am supposed to hit. This shouldn't come as a surprise to me since I long ago left my life at the mercy of a God who is notorious for leaving out what I deem to be pertinent details and schedules. My wife and I both chose to submit our lives to the Father and let Him lead us rather than living our lives as we saw fit and hoping God would stamp His Okee Dokee on it all at the end. This has left us with a constant meandering as we try to descern His leading in the midst of all the flotsam and jetsam of our days. I know He will work it all out, it's just a little disconcerting at times.
Just a quick post to let you peek inside. I gotta get back to work.