To write or not to write: that is the question. Or maybe, since now I am writing, the question will be whether to post. And the answer is pretty certain, given my past performance. I will post, but it will probably be pretty meaningless.
I'm not sure where my time is going. I feel as if I'm letting more and more things go, and still I keep getting more behind. I've had many things I wanted to write about -- including the Christmas cantata, caroling, selfies, hair, clothes, hoarding and emotions. Plus, I'm more than halfway through my #healthy65 Holiday Challenge, having completed 35 days of reducing my gum consumption by half and using that as a springboard for other positive choices.
So much seems positive and hopeful, and at the same time, my stress level is as high as ever as I wonder how I will get all done that I need and-or want to do by Christmas and the end of the year.
It's going to be OK. I know it is. It always is. I pray and I have faith, and God knows I try to know and do His will and live to His glory. And even though I tend to think I'm falling short and dishonoring Him, He keeps working things for good and showing me His blessings.
May the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace as you trust in him, so that you may overflow with hope by the power of the Holy Spirit.
Let everything that has breath praise the Lord. Praise the Lord.
In all your ways acknowledge him, and he will make your paths straight.
Cast all your anxiety on him because he cares for you.
—1 Peter 5:7
And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose.