I’ve been in a jet-lag haze for the past week. Yesterday morning was the first morning I woke feeling semi-normal. But even that was waking up at 5:30 am. I’m ready for normal, calm, peace. Yeah right, that won’t be happening until… maybe July.
I hit the ground running Monday. Ate lunch, unpacked, did laundry, worked out, then slept, sorta. Meetings all week, extra rehearsals, more meetings, more planning. It’s exhausting, but at the same time it’s good. I’m glad to be here.
Many things were pressed into my heart while I was away, and when I returned, I returned with a desire and flame to be here, where I know God wants me. There’s a lot I could say, but I don’t want to bore you all. Let’s just say the ways I thought God was leading when I left, were just not really what I thought. I like to plan, I like to dream, I love thinking about the future, but in the midst of all the planning, I forgot to remain in the present. Even while I was on my trip, I really have a habit of not remaining in the here and now, and, well for now on, it’s a discipline for me.
Psalm 90 speaks a lot about who God is, and who we are in light of him. But I love verse 12- teach us to realize the brevity of life that we may gain a heart of wisdom (sorry that may not be exact.. too tired to move right now and check).
Life is precious, never forget that. Be you. And be right where you are, right now.