It was as if I were caught in a riptide . . . being pulled here . . . being pushed there. I never felt as if I were on terra firma.
And that's not a good feeling. Not at all.
But I do this to myself, and it's a mistake I make over and over . . . and yes, over again: I let the busyness of life take control, and when that happens, instead of me stepping forward to greet the day, I let it rush towards me in a frenzy and take over.
This is nothing new. I have been here before, and I know that the only solution is to be grounded in prayer . . . to be centered . . . to surrender it all. Only then can I live each day to its fullest.
It's a simple lesson, and you would think that I would have gotten it by now, but lately, in the classroom of my spirituality, my grade is a big, fat "F".
What's really sad is that I know I need my quiet prayer time. I know it. Really. So why don't I do something that I know is good for me? I still haven't come up with an answer for that one.
However, God is good because with today's lesson comes some added inspiration from Cathy over at A Bit of the Blarney who shares this quote:
So, I am given this lesson again . . . hopefully I won't have to be reminded for a while. But I am not discouraged because God, in His infinite patience and love, gives me the grace to want to try again.