I call you grace.

I waited.

I wondered for a long time if mending would ever come.

But You asked that I be patient.

That I wait for the treasures You had in store.

And as I waited and wondered and pondered and plundered

You began to form a love I did not know was possible.

It has caused me to rethink everything.

This love is more than I know what to do with.

More than I know how to feel.

More than I know how to describe.

And most of all, more than I deserve.

They paved paradise to put up a parking lot.

I do so much.

And yet I spend so much time doing absolutely nothing.

My classes are a waste.

I sit in on meetings more often than I participate.

Being successful does not mean that I am fulfilling my purpose.

This has been an interesting lesson to learn.

Now that I am ready to live out my purpose in whatever capacity that may be, how do I pretend to be passionate about the things that made me a success?