Maturity has a way of forcing me to look at reality. Reality that what I do should count for someone or something. Reality that I don’t have forever to accomplish my goals. Reality that someone will reflect on my life, once I have died. What will they remember about me? Occasionally I think about my failures……and there have been many. Mom had instilled in me the need to always look well groomed and put together. A past classmate recently commented to me that she remembered how well dressed I always appeared to be. All my clothes were handmade–never having a purchased dress until I graduated from high school. Will my grandchildren and/or children remember my being well dressed; or will they shudder at all the ill-fitting clothes in my closets–because some day I would again fit into them? Such a tiny piece of who I am–or who I think I should be.

My goal is to be used of God, in a way that brings glory to His name. The dilemma, for me, is knowing and seeing the pathway clearly. Selfishly, I want to look good in the process–that goes back to all those clothes! I seek wisdom and a greater awareness of His will. Sometimes today is all I have. Yes, I seek strength to get through the day.