Too much

I am reflecting this morning on the breackneck speed at which I am living my life. Taking time off seems to cost too much both in dollars and in playing catch up after the time off has been taken. I am sitting here looking at long-stemmed red roses and white chrysanthemums that are stuffed in a vase because I simply do not have the time to take 5 minutes to arrange them. And I love to arrange flowers, it used to be one of my favorite things.

Here's the question for the day. Is this what God is requiring of me, that sometimes the roses must be ignored and left to die? Or is this another hamster wheel in which soemthing/someone else has entrapped me?

How can we make good decisions about our world, our families and our future if we don't even have the mental space to decide what to have for breakfast? What is the political equivalent of grabbing a granola bar as you run out the door?

Come away with me, Jesus said. At this point, He may have to kidnap me.