"Anxiety does not empty tomorrow of its sorrows, but only empties today of its strength." ~ C.H. Spurgeon

My galley is charged with challenges. I think I will always be here in this place, this place of wanting more. Always more. More books, more understandings, more writings, more artworks, more songs, more thoughts, more ideas, more kids, more people, more places, more loves. I want more of life, and yet never enough do I want more of God. With more of God, I have more of life. Perhaps there in lies the reason for my lacking. I want to finish school so that I might really begin to learn. I want to finish work so that I might really begin to labor. I want to finish my fun so that I might really begin to enjoy. I want so much and fail so greatly. If I could just grasp the hint of Christ in my daily life, I would have so much more than I know. Why am I failing to see Him? Is it the aggravation of busy work or the denial of His calling for me? I cannot seem to get comfortable and the unrest is hard on the spirit. I want to do it all and I want to do it all now. No, that is not right. I want to do it all and I want to do it yesterday. God help me not give up! I must continue to strive for His glory and find the place He wants me to be. Where is contentment, where is faith? Has faith fled the city or have I fled from faith? Must it always be this anxiety, this impatience, this sin? Where is grace, where is peace? I have so much and am blind. I do want more. That must be okay; that must be alright. But I must learn a love for the wait.