I'm tired. Worn out. And at times, weary. With school (darn accounting homework), work, church commitments, and a girlfriend, I have little down time. And I seem to have even less energy. I feel perpetually tired.
Yet even now I have an hour or so to myself, something that seems so foreign to me.
I procrastinate. I don't study well and I easily distract myself. What's the point? All I want to do is sleep, and studying won't work unless I'm alert, right?
And what's the point, anyways? Medical Terminology means nothing to me now, as does complex Accounting. It bears no fruit for me now.
But that's not the problem.
I'm the problem.
I'm entirely selfish in the things I do, especially when I think I am not.
I know everything has a purpose.
He makes it that way.
He saturates my life with meaning.
He set plans into motion before I ever was.
He provides for me, keeps me safe, and guides my path.
So I have nothing to worry about. Nothing to complain about.
And everything to be thankful for,
like the nap time that I've been so graciously given.
