Bologna

Growth is exhausting, my friends. No wonder little kids sleep so much. Maybe instead of bragging about how little sleep we can get by on, we should consider how much is needed in order to grow. Just a thought.

If I sum up the stuff that's going on in my neck of the woods, there's definitely net growth. But I'm tuckered out by it, and there's so much more to do! It seems like every time I get a little bit of clarity, the road to wisdom stretches even further out.

And what does all of this have to do with processed lunch meat?

I'm glad you asked.

In the midst of all this growing and stretching and learning, I've been feeling a bit... well, incompetant. A little overwhelmed. I am learning both of these things at the same time: I know more than I think I do AND there's an awful lot to learn. This can be confusing.

But, here's the thing, my little peapods: everyone is full of bologna. Everyone has a lot to learn. Maybe this is part of why we have such puny little lifespans. It levels the playing field.

So chin up! There's a lot of room for improvement, but you're doing ok. God is with you. God knows that you don't always feel up to the task at hand (can we get an "amen" from Moses on this one? Also Jonah, Paul, Timothy...). God also knows that those polished, perfect people you're comparing yourself to are full of bologna.

Grace to you today,
Mrs. M