When my mother was overwhelmed I could tell.
Sometimes I’d hear her mumble “I don’t know if I’m coming or going!”
As for me, “I’ve been having a lot of days where I don’t know whether to laugh or cry!”
Its like I don’t know where my life’s headed, nor how I ended up here in the first place. “Oh, how time fly’s when your work is not done.”
I ran across this poem today; reading it helped me find peace within utter chaos.
Thank You Father for assuring me, guiding my wings and directing my paths.
“I have come to accept the feeling of not knowing where I am going. I have also trained myself to love it. Because it is only when we are suspended in mid-air with no landing in sight, that we force our wings to unravel and alas begin our flight. And as we fly, we still may not know where we are going to. But the miracle is in the unfolding of the wings. You may not know where you’re going, but you know that so long as you spread your wings, the winds will carry you.” ~ C. JoyBell