When I first started writing on blogs, to be viewed by the public, I wrestled with my voice. And I still do today, except I am much more aware of my abilities. And sometimes they amount to paralysis. The words choke at a juncture that forks in several directions.

As a parent, I struggled too. Looking back at those years, I often pine about doing things differently. If I had more knowledge and wisdom, more courage and strength, my children would be better off! And so would I. Or at least I’d like to think that way.

“Come to Me, all who are weary and heavy-laden, and I will give you rest.” Matthew 11:28 The initial greeting brings an exhale to move a sailboat. All the pent up frustration with myself is enormous. All my “what ifs” and “should haves” mountainous. And yet I’m freely given rest. All my energy expended, I can finally relax. This world is not here for me to fix or worry about or save. It is God’s and there is a plan. I only need trust and have faith that justice arrives and everyone is treated fairly.

History proves just how inadequate humans are to properly conduct themselves. We are still in the midst of war, poverty, disease, lies, and corruption. And that will never change. Not until this world is finally confronted by its Creator. Even so, Come Lord Jesus.

Here I am. Learning to rest. And willing to learn and change as needed. No pride. No grudge. No animosity. Just me. Just as I am initially. With many new dreams and visions going forward.