Relax
"Relax." A command so often given, Advice so often dispensed. "Drop the 'shoulds'" Isn't that in and of itself a "should"? My intensity, my drive is so often guided By this misguided direction, end game. The perfect Catholic. Who is she and what should she look like? How do I become her? How does she live and who is she friends with? What kinds of conversations does she have? Where does she spend her time? Relax. Relax? But shouldn't I be driving, striving for perfection? An objective, a destiny, a destination. The saints, I'm mimicking. There are only so many hours in a day Heaven seems forever away! Let me attain it, let me work for it, let me hustle, and bustle. Here I am a flurry of activity, so busy you can't see me. Does anyone see me? Lord, you know when I sit and stand When I run, when I pray, when I fast, when I work, when I go, go, go. It's all for you, Jesus. I promise. It's got nothing ...