Sometimes I
sit alone, worrying about my life. Maybe I’m not the best I can be. Am I
reaching my potential?
I push the thoughts away and go on with my
busy schedule. I arrange a bouquet of flowers from the garden for a sick friend,
make a potato casserole for a funeral, volunteer at the school, or weed the
garden. But all the time I’m thinking that I can’t succeed and I’m not making a
difference anywhere.
During these
times, I ask God for help. I sit in the sunny garden and reflect on
carefree days—like exploring the sea shore with my mother.
