The Bareness of a Busy Life

As a little less than one fourth of this endeavor I thought I should at long last get my hands dirty and dive into this quagmire.  Add an L and that works.                                                                           
I love how everything points to God.  Everything is His, and understandably then, screams He is all.  But the first and most important thing in my life has a way of becoming the second thing, then third…  

I’ve never been so busy before in my life.  I spend my hours, when I’m not immobilized by stress and the increasing list of things I need to do, planning, working, studying, and worrying.  

Basically only stressing.  

It began to consume and drain me.  To the point that I finally saw I had nothing and there was nothing to be had living how I was.  I had focused all of me on a phantom, my happiness I drew from idols.  When I could scrape no more from one, I moved on to another.  I traded real joy for what was cheep and easy.  

Imitation chicken nuggets.
I couldn’t find enjoyment in anything.  I wanted to be alone but not to feel so alone.

A worn out shell, an imitation of a great gift, life.  And the only word I could find was tired.  

I was tired.  I felt like crying even.  I had come to the end of me.
And for three days I stayed that way; until at last I saw the lie and wanting lack of peace and joy.  The most important thing I had shifted into the background.  I finally gave up on all the things I had been holding on to; all the little nothings that could never equal something.  I also gave up on the idea that I could even be holding anything.  I just prayed, really.  I hope I have let go.

It’s much easier to see through the mess when your life becomes insensible and translucent.  
God’s voice is loudest in our pain.  Thank goodness He lets us go through both the good and bad.
It’s just been so odd; knowing God is all there is, but then at the same time getting so caught up in things that don’t matter.  It’s scary how easy it is to lose sight and forget.  
I need that reminder.  I put all the worries first and life became a cage.  But don’t worry, I left the zoo.  Actually that means I quit life.  Oh well.  At any rate, I was picked out of the quagmire I had so carefully hand crafted.
Busyness and feeling isolated have way for showing us where we put our faith and the idolatry in our lives.
God isn't the means to an end; He is all.
I hate being a snail, gradually catching on, but I hope to never inch away from these truths.
God is so good.  He has put people in my life who have helped to lay the foundation.
I feel like I’m a child again; slowly learning what I will never fully know on this side of eternity.

“It isn't Narnia, you know," sobbed Lucy. "It's you. We shan't meet you there. And how can we live, never meeting you?"
"But you shall meet me, dear one," said Aslan.
"Are -are you there too, Sir?" said Edmund.
"I am," said Aslan. "But there I have another name. You must learn to know me by that name. This was the very reason why you were brought to Narnia, that by knowing me here for a little, you may know me better there.”                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                       
Also, 

Happy Fourth of July.  Let me be clearer as to what I really mean.  Happy Birthday, Missingnomer!  

Always remember where your tacos come from.