Teach Me to Number My Days...

Teach me to number my days...

because they are flying faster than the 

speed of sound...

and I cannot reconcile 
the sensation of constant activity with my

painful plodding steps...

and my whirling thoughts and plans...

with the reality I see around me.

Yet, I am here. 

Each day a gift. 

Even if I can't grasp hold of it. 

Even if plans and pain and
 discouragement and doubt and 
discovery and delight 
are all 
jumbled up together.

Dear Friend,

Keep 
trusting
 and 
hoping
 and
 planning
 and 
walking

You were created with a future and a hope...

With good works to do...

In the image of God.