Every morning, just after moaning and groaning about the alarm clock, I try to take just a few minutes and pray. Nothing fancy, sometimes it's barely coherent, but I pray that God will help me be the kind of person He wants me to be. Sometimes I fail miserably at this, most days maybe even, but I don't think the asking hurts.
Lately, I've been feeling adrift, much of which seems to be of my own doing. I'm not in dangerous territory, nothing like two or three years ago, but I just feel a general disatisfaction with things. I love my job, but I could work harder at it. I claim Jesus Christ as my Savior, but can't seem to find a place that fits to serve. I'm just a little restless in my skin, which isn't necessarily a bad thing. I think that every once in a while, we need to evaluate where we are and try to figure out if it's where we are supposed to be. Maybe I need to shake things up a bit. Maybe this is just the effects of a spring that feels a lot like summer. (Perhaps my brain has already packed up and headed to the beach...)
What I know, and it isn't much in the scheme of things, is that God knows what He is doing and He sees what I am doing. And I don't mean that in a "He's watching to see if you are naughty or nice" way. I mean that He sees me for who I am. He knows my intentions, whether pure or not so much. And He loves me just the same. And today, for that simple fact, I am truly thankful.