Last night I listened as two young ladies talked about how "sinful" they were, and wondered aloud how God could love them.  I realized that I could not identify with the sentiment.  It seems very natural to me that God loves me -- and I suppose it should.  But after I spoke my thoughts, and they affirmed me, I felt a bit uncomfortable; a feigned attempt at modesty lead me to babble, "Perhaps I don't 'realize' my sinfulness."

Last night, I went to bed late, and slept poorly.  My dreams were troubling -- perhaps a reflexion of my troubled soul.  I've been busy lately: working long hours to the exclusion of many things.  (I still take time with God and spend time with the family.  I wouldn't dare "steal" from those areas, nor would I want to.)  But I'm beginning to see that I have excluded something important -- and it isn't something that I know how to simply make time for.  In fact, right now, it's just a symptom.  I am concerned that my busied pace has lead to lack of insightfulness into my own character.

I'm wondering, is it possible to be continually hurried, and yet be aware of my desperate need of Christ?