



What am I doing? It seems like everything is happening all at once and it is putting me to a place out of my comfort zone in many ways. Help me Jesus!
If this all falls into place, it will be a miracle, more ways than one. How do I get myself in such quandaries?
The one part of me, knows I can pull this off and make it work and it will be nice and a great accomplishment. Complete faith and trust in the Lord. The other part that arises is FEAR hearing myself scream inside, ‘What is happening.’ Oh my! The struggle is real. 
I have dealt with fear all my life and even tonight I wanted to call a halt to it all. I cannot do this. I need to talk to my counselor but that won’t happen. The points of I need, I want, the what if’s, the panic within balloons and wonder if I will pop from the anxiety.
It is at that point, I must bring it back in and realize I can do this, I can try and if I fail, the world will continue to carry on, I will still have a job, God will still love me, I will learn what to do or not to do next time, etc. Life goes on!
Stepping out and putting my feet in the water is overwhelming but I either go forward or remain stuck. I’m tired of being stuck.
Somebody push me!

Oftentimes I pass people or perhaps know them but never enough time to get to know them, but I often wonder who they really are. What is their story, their testimony. What have they gone through to be where they are today.
A week or so ago, as I sat in my car eating a late lunch before my next appointment, I watched an older woman, dressed nice, carrying her black purse in one hand and walking with her silver aluminum cane in the other.
I was drawn to her because she was older but also walking toward a busy Mall Road where shoppers were whizzing by to get their last-minute gifts before Christmas. Not a care in the world it seemed to her.
Being one to be concerned and now figuring out a direct route to get to her in case she fell, I was just amazed at her life in this twenty-minute vacation in my mind of her.
Finally, approaching the bench and turning to place her purse and her cane on the bench ever so carefully, she stood there. Realizing she was waiting for a bus. While one stopped, she signaled him to move on. I was intrigued even more. Perhaps waiting for another bus.
Wondering where she went as she had no shopping bags. What was her purpose to be on a busy road.
Part of me, if I had the time, I would have enjoyed going up to sit with her and just talk as we watched the cars pass.
Why was she walking alone on such a busy road? Where is her family? Does she have family?
I just hope that as I age, I will be as independent and look as nice as she did. No doubt she has been through some rough patches in life, had joy and plenty of sadness, too.
It was just nice to leave my issues and overwhelming thoughts of my life right then and dwell on hers for a bit.
What about you…
