Two weeks into the football season, we left for family vacation (which was an unrestful hotel under construction story); we returned exhausted.
We are trying to desparately run to the merry-go-round operator (God that controls the universe), and to tell Him we want off or at least would like to sit as a family in one of the "old people's benches that don't move" for a little rest.
We possibly could get our thoughts straight, figure out how to set our priorities straight, and pray for a lifeplan....it just seems every time we inch our way toward the operator, pulling ourselves across the carousel floor...we get knocked in the head by a moving horsy or the "darn" merry go round starts spinning faster....
Have you ever lived through this? We have, and eventually life slows down and we rush into God's big safe-haven arms to return to the abundant life He intends for us to live...a life of rest, peace and well,...let me not get carried away being too creative...I might starting sipping on a Coke and singing about "perfect harmony"...of living in a world of peace on earth and goodwill to all men.
I think you get my point! Where do you think my cupcake, 11 year old daughter, gets all of her drama and imagination? (o: