I can’t be here, I have to be there.
When I am there, I wish I were here.
When I have to be inside, I want to be out.
When I am outside, I know I should be in.
Is there ever a time we don’t struggle?
Is there a time we are completely satisfied?
My mind never sleeps, even at night I dream.
If I’m not active, I wish I were.
When I am, I am happy.
Yes….that is when I am utterly content.
When I have found my purpose.
God has blessed us with the work that we do.
Be it paid or not, be it appreciated or rewarded.
Work is a blessing. Thank you God for my purpose.
May my work glorify you!
“To everything there is a season, A time for every purpose under heaven” |(Ecclesiastes 3:1)