So much to consider. So many thoughts clamoring for time. Sometimes I think we should be made like a one-way valve; we live one day, it’s gone. No going back; no looking back. Just finish this day and move on.
Today’s problems and today’s decisions are one thing. But yesterday’s can back up like chocolates on Lucy’s conveyor belt, until we find ourselves stuffing our faces with candies to keep up and not drown in the backlog. Yet if we stay in one place, and continue to chew and chew on the tough things that have passed, they don’t seem to digest at all. They just grow and grow, and expand all out of proportion.
But then there’s grace. Then there’s grace.