Copied Ink
I know I haven't written in a while so I figured I'd at least throw something up here, namely today's journal entry:
Evening
I'm back in Chesterton at home with my family. A lot has been going on, but life seems to be without much purpose for me here. Or maybe I'm conditioned to always be doing something... even if it is meaningful. I've noticed I tap my heels on the floor or swing my knees toward and away from one another when I'm impatient or take a second to stop "doing". It's hard for me to sit still and maybe I have a time coming of doing much of nothing, not out of lazyness (I got that out of me in Sewickley), but out of providence. If so, then praise the LORD. Let me walk with Him wherever He leads me.
LORD, be my strength and my song. Calm my heart in Your hands.
From paper to post,
Lane
