I have a friend who posts regularly on Facebook. She is someone I work with and tho we do not see each other outside of work, I consider her a very good friend. She is funny and blunt and moves in the realm of the fearless. I look for her posts because they always make me laugh or think or remind to remember God is always present in my life.
And this is something, amazingly, that I forget that last bit so easily. Get me to a nunnery, or a first century church. Life bogs me down. Right now, it's the HEAT. Oppressive in Georgia these daze. Then there's money. Where does it all go? And time. I'm off work for the summer so you'd think there would be plenty. But I look around my house and there's so much to do.
As I write these excuses, because that's what they are, I look at everything thing and say to myself, "Don't be such a lametard."
God is always present in my life. I just have to invite him to come along. And I forget that that is precisely what he wants. Just to be an active part of my life.
Come on then, Father. Let's hang out together.
