I’m sitting here, procrastinating on a project that I need to get done this month. I’m wired weirdly — I get a ton of work done. But sometimes I trip up and get overwhelmed. When I do — and right now is one of those moments, I think not about the destination, but the journey. The beauty is in the work.
When I die — and I’m one breath closer to it every moment of the day — I pray that people say about me, “He did the work.” As humans, that is about all we can do.
This drawing came to me while I was walking yesterday (12 miles — I had plenty of time to think). When a drawing flashes into my head, I immediately draw it. Although my faith is shaky at times, I know those are what I like to call “God moments.”
