running around to chase the wind

may sound like fun to kids. good exercise perhaps. 


another day has passed you by. another fork in the road. 
you are trying to move on, but you cannot bear the load.


with hindsight, it is obvious, the load is not ours to carry. 
we are quick to forget the giver, instead focusing on the gifts.
trying to do so much on our own, trying to do what (we think) is right..


the best medicine is often bitter and hard to swallow.
obedience is better than sacrifice.
oh great now i'm writing cryptically.. i am really getting old.