I sit here doing bills, and I wish
there was more.
Yet I know
there should be less.
I hate this part of life. I wish
it all could be swept under the rug and forgotten so we could just
enjoy.
But would I enjoy? Or would I too take that for granted?
There is so much I want for us,
for this world.
Yet there never seems to be enough.
But maybe,
maybe
there is.
Linking up to Just Write (and inspired by the ever-beautiful Stephanie.)
“Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they?”
Matthew 6:26