It’s a rainy Sunday morning, and I’m hanging out with two of my sons. The third is on a camping trip and my wife is at a conference. I’ve been a single parent for five days. God bless single parents.
I’m reading a good e-book on how to create a life plan by Michael Hyatt, CEO of Thomas Nelson books. It’s a good read and is providing me my Sunday morning brunch for thought. Lord knows I need a life plan right now. A life coach would be helpful, too. Seems like everything is coming from all directions at once.
So many blessings, too little organization.
When you see that I’ve written some motivational-type piece on this blog, trust me, I’m talking to myself as much as I’m talking to you. I’m not one of those guys who has all the answers. I have more questions than anything else. And plenty of mistakes to back those questions up. I have moments of doubt. Of depression . Of anger. Of frustration. And of exhaustion — especially since last November. I’ll never be a motivational-type guy. They seem like they know everything to do at the right time. Not me. I’m way too flawed.
But in a way, I’m glad. I’ve discovered that the journey is much more fun that way.
Well, back to figuring out how I am going to spend the rest of my blessed time on Earth. I think I’ll follow the advice ol’ Mark Twain once gave:
“Let us endeavor so to live that when we come to die even the undertaker will be sorry.”
Amen, Brother Mark. Amen.
We can all identify with your feelings!! It is the flaws in us all that makes for a more interesting life. Also, I second that Amen to Mr. Twain!!
I think a lot of us feel this way at times.