i can't keep up.
just too much going on.
children...gardening...workers...visitors...crises...planning...financial pressures...stolen bike...faraway kids needs...health issues...sick baby...did i mention financial pressures?...
Lord, it's been one of those weeks.
help me to slow down and just let you be my grace.
help me to see you in every phone call, email, text that bears with it a crisis in some form.
you are here, and you know exactly what needs to happen.
help me to know i can't do it all, nor do i need to do it all.
i can't fix everything. although i would sure like to, and i try.
help, help, help.
may i remember that the ocean will roll
the sand will sparkle
the sun will rise
the evening will fall
and you will still be God of it all.