I see GOD from a distance, waiting, waiting, and waiting. We pass by and never say a word, or say a few. We are to busy with our lives. Which lives? Can we call this vapor, a life? Can we call this life? Too busy, way to busy investing in what doesn't add nothing to our place there, where the real life is... Why are we so caught in this circle. Don't we have to be different? I'm not saying that it is bad to have everything in this world. But I am finding myself so much worried about tomorrow, about next year, that I'm getting tired of myself, and I think, this doesn't please God... I find myself doing nothing significant, small or big. I need to remind myself that I am here for a while, and I am here to make a difference...
