I feel like a child in the middle of a playroom.
I’ve played all day with every toy, game, or activity available, but each time I played with something I left it out.
I turn full circle
I am surrounded by clutter, dirt, and failed attempts
Play Dough—my appearance.
Dress Up—my front .
The easel—my purpose and passion.
Cash Register—my finances.
House—my longings and dreams.
Each game or activity—left started but unfinished.
O Lord, You promise you have not finished your good work in me.
Please come now.
Father, would you not stoop to brush the tear from your little daughter’s cheek, and help me clean up this mess?