Who will They Be

From the flutters I feel from inside with every sudden movement, to the nausea and headaches I get ever so often, I wonder who this little person will be. We spend our days and nights praying that they will be nurses, doctors and lawyers, and become so impatient when the Lord tells us  to "Wait and see." We see a young man sentenced to life in prison, and begin to plan the molding of our children's lives. Will our molding force them to be "successful" men and women, or will too much clay get them into stripping and drugs or to become abusive men who drink alcohol and beat their wives? So heavy is this burden we carry, we want to do right in so many ways. How hard is it to see pass a child's innocence, when that child has far outgrown their juvenile days. Yet, we were all there once, so it should be clear to see, that their is always hope in wondering who this little person will be.

Nights Like This

Some of the nights are becoming long. I'm finding myself back in that place again. My mind running constant. I have lost touch with where I'm suppose to be. My relationship with God is shaken, but never  lost or forgotten. New is not always exciting as many may make it out to be. However, regardless of how I feel, I am expected to adapt and overcome. But Aren't we all? Is it even possible? I mean, who defines exactly what we should overcome. Why aren't we equipped with the exact tools that are needed to overcome these life challenges. I wonder if it is possible to survive without ever adapting. Perhaps all I want to do is overcome. Another long night to think....to cry....to face these unknowns.