A week begins anew

As I continue to go through my adult years, I wonder more and more if I'll ever have a brief respite from the hustle and bustle of life before I die. When I'm not busy doing something, I'd be worrying about other things; sometimes they are things that I would be busy with the day after, other times decisions in life that are life-changing.

Last week I thought to myself: the week has barely begun and yet I've had next week filled with activity already. Gone are the days where my holidays consist of nothing but blissful languidness. Apart from being physically busy and planning and anguishing my schedule, I also have the tendency of pondering over my life's directions and decisions - what was, what is and what is to come.

This year and the last, I think I made quite a few serious, life-shaping plans and decisions. Some of these involve lots of risks and difficulties but also sweet nectar (hopefully) at the end. Where am I going with this blog entry, I know not, but what I can say is recently I've been pondering (more so than usual) on whether my decisions were actually sound, or was I just being too brash when planning and deciding. I constantly call out to the Lord to reveal to me his wisdom because I know the limits of my own wisdom and the limitlessness of God's. May the Lord give me the patience to persevere and strength, should my plans and decisions be revealed as mistakes and require rectification.