Are we there, yet?

We all wonder sometimes exactly where we're headed. Don't feel alone. Why, this year alone, I've had the feeling a dozen times at least. So, where are we headed? You might ask, what do I mean? Well, there are those in life who seem to just have a knack for purpose and direction. Now, don't get me wrong, I'm not some lost soul wandering in the wilderness. But I do believe there are times when I really don't know my purpose or where I'm headed. I used to think I did, then things change and you start searching all over again. Trying to get your feet on the ground, trying to be happy and make others happy. I feel like doing what a friend once told me he does when things get confusing. Go sit on the grave of my father and talk to him. And listen to the silence. I've tried it before and it doesn't work...only the sound of the desert wind rustling in the trees of early spring, bringing in the next dust storm. Maybe it's supposed to be that way. But instead of my father, it's God watching silently to see what I will do next with his offerings. Will you even notice what he has given you to work with? He's waiting. Patiently waiting. It's up to you.