At times I worry about maintaining that connection. I delude myself into thinking that it's mine to take care of and I take responsibility all onto myself. And that's when I start to realize the truth. My connection to God is a gift and it comes from Him. The Holy Spirit in my life reminding me Who I belong to and what He has promised to His children. That Love that will not let me go, no matter how much I rebel. That One who has admonished, "Come to me, all you who labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest." And somehow being tied to Someone so much greater than my sinful self makes the collection of things I do from day to day take on meaning because now I'm not the only one I'm living for.
This was written in five minutes with no editing for Five Minute Fridays over at The Gypsy Mama.