Struggling Well With Life

I had a tough Labor Day Weekend, and nobody to fault, but me. I could not get my mind to shut down, it was just running out of control. Even in the typical escape moments of yard work, I kept going over stuff, over and over, and over. On Monday I picked up a favorite book of prayers and a part of one of them went like something like this - “Lord, I have taken the gifts of life; family, friends, comfort, and made them the goal of life . . . forgive me.” God used this sentiment of someone else to nail me between the eyes, and realign this heart of mine that is prone to wander. It’s Thursday now, and I am still working at righting the ship, and getting back on track.