Today I am like
Martha ? distracted by so many things. Why do other people get to put down
their burdens and enjoy what really matters to them, while I have to slave away
to make other people happy? Why doesn?t anybody appreciate me for anything I
do but Mary gets appreciated for just being herself?
Today I see the summer fruit. But I can?t taste it. My mind runs after other things wanting more and more. I have an empty, hurting, lonely place inside that I try to fill with so many things. I know that I should be able to appreciate the fruit You offer, right now, this moment. But somehow I just can?t trust that it will be enough.
Today You promised me new life. But I laughed. My faith is barren. But still You have seen possibility in me. Amazing!
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