I am still.
I want to remember the moment I found out you called us to serve you.
This will be a tough six months.
I know I’ve seen you move piles of stress and concern with graceful simplicity.
I know this current heap of trash is feathers to you.
How then do I still worry?
13,800 a piece.
Does this upset you?
Is this moment of freak out a slap in your face?
Calm me please.
I want to enjoy this ride. I want to trust you.
I do trust you. I guess I just don’t trust myself.
I fear that I may get in the way and ruin things.
Is it ok with you if my prayer is to stay out of your way?
Is it ok with you if my prayer is to let you do it?
Is it ok?
iHope. iPray. iFaith.
