It's a Go, Go, Go! world. I've not been very still lately. In fact it seems I've been running here and there and everywhere. Sometimes the running is not of my design, sometimes it is. But with all the flitting from here to yon, it's hard to concentrate, it's hard to listen, it's hard to hear. It's hard to hear the still, small voice of God. We run and run and run and end up with no time at all for the important part of each day - communing with our God and Maker. I'm so tired of running and getting nothing accomplished. You know what I think the best part of eternity in Heaven will be? We'll have all the time in the world, no deadlines, no curfews, no darkness and no concerns but that of singing the praises of God Almighty each and every moment. If I could just take my last scrapbook, maybe I could finally get it done! ...
Just a mama trying to bloom where she is planted in the dry Northeast of Brazil.