Two frames of "roses." My brother's family has this lovely rose bush growing in their backyard. I was impressed with the lovely, full blossoms in November! The second photo is one that was taken in the last year of my Mother's life. My mother was Rose. I can tell from the photo that she was at a family gathering, because her cup has her name on it. Do all families do that at large gatherings or just ours, I wonder?

My psyche is telling me that I am approaching another milestone in my life. What is it? I don't know, as discernment is not one of the gifts that God gave me. I can only "feel" that change is in the air...

With all of our recent travel and a fairly busy work and home schedule, I do feel behind in most of my life. And I have cut out new tasks for organizing everything in my life, which does not leave much room for free time. So if I am "wasting" time, which I am, am I getting anything done? No. So, I am totally frustrating my poor self.

Which is why I am here this morning, pouring out my soul in blue.... What do I want to do with the rest of my life? Where do I see myself in a year, two years from now? What happened to that organized girl who used to reside in my body? Was she as orderly and neat as I am remembering, or is my mind playing little tricks on me?

I don't want to get to the end of my life and find that I haven't used it to the fullest. And I sure don't want to stand on the edge of time in front of God and see disappointment on his face. It's just so hard. And I am hard on me, anyway. But then I remind myself that He is forgiving and loving, and He understands me better than I do. And I remind myself of Grace. Ah, saving Grace.

And this time will pass. I will do my laundry, change sheets on the bed, make a menu, a grocery list, go in to work for a meeting, shop for food, cook, and come back to this place at the end of the day.

And I will continue to pray that God will answer my prayers and show me where I am supposed to be right now. And most important if it is not His will, then we will not move to Hot Springs Village.

Now I feel better. My worries are once again where they need to be -- in His hands.

Blessings on us all,

Sandy