My life is continual learning, but no applying.

Organizing and starting, but no impetus toward a finishline.

Forcing myself to do, to move. I know all the healthyreasons. Yet where is motivation?

Calling, texting, inviting friends. Yet, I can’t shake thecontinual dread of loneliness.

God is love, in control. Keeps me safe spiritually andeternally I know. Why can’t I rest and find joy in this truth?

I keep looking around corners to find good news. When willsome come?

How long until a good talk with my son, a game with my granddaughter?Where is fun?

DO I need to take risks and seek adventures I feel too oldor ill equipped to take?

And what of friends who half-listen, then repeat stories ofhow their problems were solved?

“You should do the same, Sue. You’re to blame for thesituation.”

Why am I the only one suggesting coffee dates and gamenights?  SO many texts not responded to.What does that mean?

All people have a myriad of relationship hurts, health problems,losses or all three.

That’s why we trust God so much more.

I don’t always hear the comfort, I can’t always listen orlet it in.

Is it stress plus grief. I thought I’d handle both soeasily.

Am I the victim or the perp? Maybe each at differenttimes. 

How do I know when and how to rightly react?

Thank you God for listening to my rant.

Projects and accomplishments are meaningless when comparedto eternity.

Entertainment passes the time, distracts. A movie can tellthe truth and change a mindset.

DO not react, engage,  or personalize, the counselor advises.

How can I not, whenthis is what a woman does?