Chasing Tails

Whenever I come home lately I feel as though there’s always one more thing I have to do before I can do the things I want to do. One more thing, one more thing, one more thing. In the end I think I just lay in bed or on the couch surfing on my phone or looking for new clothes online. I’ve been blessed so abundantly lately and yet, I feel as though I’m stranded on an island.

I’m stranded on an island trying to make a fort out of sticks. Every time I get it to stand up, the damn thing falls over.

I’m tense and I’m frustrated. I was thinking about how when two people exchange wedding vows there’s always that “till death do us part” line when really it’s not even that. It’s just until death does us.

Do you understand?

I wonder if anyone really knows what it’s going to take to make them happy. Is it a person, place, or thing? I’m not talking about sex or new shoes or remodeling or fellowship with believers.

What is going to make you happy?

I kind of feel like we’ve all got it embedded in us somehow that we are to be these animals chasing our tails from dusk to dawn. But when do we ever just sit? Not biting your nails or wringing your hands. Not tossing and turning or putting of sleep until an hour before your alarm goes off.

Do you ever just be?

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