I feel like I’m absolutely going insane. Hopper (my pastor and friend) once described me to Mike as an Australian Shepherd. They are a working dog. If you don’t give them a job, they will find one.
I just hate sitting still. If I do, I feel I’m wasting time.
Why do I feel like this? I hate this. Well, I hate this, unless I have found something to do; then I love it! It brings me joy. Otherwise, it feels like I should be doing something.
Why was I made like this? I don’t think it’s bad. I just don’t know what I’m supposed to do with it.
I always feel like there is something big out there that’s reserved for me to do, and I’m supposed to recruit others to come alongside me not to just do it, but continue doing it without me. But no one has.
Why is that? Is there a trait I haven’t developed yet? Is the timing just off? Am I practicing for something bigger?
Lord please help me with this. In between these big ideas you give me, I just go nuts!