Tomorrow, I am going to go to chapel, and I am going to pray. In fact, I am getting to bed early tonight and I plan to wake up a bit early tomorrow.
Right now, I miss the feeling of being small. When I was a kid, I remember really enjoying hiding in the attic or in a closet. From in there, I could imagine the whole world around me, or I could choose not to do so. I was completely safe, even from getting in trouble. There wasn't much wrong I could do from my hiding place. I even remember making a point of finding places like that throughout the house in every new place we moved.
These days, people tell us we are the leaders of tomorrow; that we control the future and that we have so much ahead of us.. They make me feel like a tower with little support. I am built up so tall, but should a gust of wind come it would blow away all my dreams. Sometimes, I think it is comforting to remember how small I really am, and that God is so much bigger. He is my only real comfort.
Psalm 32:7
Thou art my hiding place; thou shalt preserve me from trouble; thou shalt compass me about with songs of deliverance. Selah.
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