Midnight.
The end of another long day. I try to pray, but as usual I feel disconnected, distracted. Why can’t I have the kind of close relaitonship with God that I see in other people? Why doesn’t he talk to me?
Oh well. Get some sleep. zzzzzzz.
9:00-10:00 – Get up and rush to get ready for my first meeting of the day.
10:00-1:00 – Work on a Christmas mailer for a psuedo-client.
1:00-2:00 – Lunch. Talk to business partner on the phone while eating.
2:00-5:00 – Spend afternoon at client’s office.
5:00-9:00 – Bookstore working. Spend breaks on the phone making plans for tomorrow night.
9:00-11:30 – Drive home, plan out next week on the phone with business partner.
11:30-12:00 – Another end to another long day.
Maybe I can’t hear God because I’m not really listening. Maybe I’m supposed to give Him more than the last five minutes of my day, yawning my way through some half-coherent prayer. Maybe He wants a relationship as much as I do, and it’s me not giving Him the time. Maybe it’s me shutting Him out.
Maybe tomorrow I’ll fix it. Of course, I’m going to be pretty busy….
