It is Tuesday and at times today I've felt that this constant busyness would absolutely crush me. My head is tired and my body is hesitant. I am confused. This feeling can be likened to those incredible dreams when I cannot for the life of me move forward (or run quickly enough, or get onto the bed or up the stairs - whatever it may be).
But the Lord answers with gentle graces. They come as kind words, as unexpected successes. They come more importantly in vague bouts of nostalgia for things that are yet to come, good things.
I would hope that somehow something inside of me is being sanctified in all this. Sanctified, not subdued, not set asunder, not merely exercised- but sanctified. Lord, have mercy.