i organize
and go through
and clean
and clean out
and try to make pretty
and nice
and i wrap it all up in this nice box
i call life
and then L has a seizure
and i am quickly reminded
that this
all this is completely futile
and that as much as
i try to convince myself that i am,
i am not in control.
not in the slightest.
but i yearn to just sit at the feet of the One who is.
the One who is life.
Many are the plans in a person’s heart,
but it is the Lord’s purpose that prevails.
Proverbs 19:21
2761. the perfect park for L
2762. hearing the bigs work it out
2763. reading really, really good books
2764. icing my neck
2765. mama’s
