end game

Weary? Me too. 

It seems the more we get to do the more there is to do. And I get sideways on what is important, what can wait and what simply has no significance in the kingdom. When He met the Samaritan at the well, He knew she was much the same. She was doing the same old, same old, not enjoying it and sensing there was something more. If we scale our days around eternity; they form a shape of something holy instead of hurried. I am ready to trade. I am ready to give up going to the well a dozen times with my list for that one time with my Lord.

I am ready to fill up with Him in exchange for the world that empties me of my peace.  He is crazy good at simplifying. I have mastered in multitasking. My race needs to see Heaven in the distance. My pace needs to be full of passion. My attitude needs to be reflective of what He is instead of what I am not. My end game should be less of me and a whole lot more of Him. He promises to carry the heaviest load and His grace shines in the deepest water. 

Weary? Yes.  
Full of hope? Yes, again.