Time

I never have been as busy as I am right now. God give me energy, all of it. I don't mean just the kind you get from calories being used up but the kind that flows from every fiber of your being. I can remember waking up in a sleeping bag next to a tamarack swamp and feeling the sunshine pouring through the side of the tent as it burned away the cold of dawn. Thats the kind of energy I'm asking you for Lord. The kind that's breathed in with eager anticipation of what life will next unfold. I have it in my head and somewhat in my body but God you are the master of my heart and I'm counting on you to take care of that part.

Recession. Who can even begin to call this a recession? What are they counting? The dead are being raised, the sick are being healed and you God are on your throne. Me? See the sparkle in my eye, the spring in my step and the striding headlong into it all and convince me that we're in a recession.