Comfort

I made a shelf yesterday. I put two brackets up and put a shelf of colorful pansies up. My cat hasn’t destroyed it yet, but sneakily lurks around it like a captive after food. I have felt more isolated lately. It’wierd becuase my boss said my co-workers should isolate me so I can get more work done, but truely I am inspired and energized by poeple.
Focus on the family makes a college magazine called Boundless that I like most of. Some of it is much to “do this and your life will be wonderful” advice, but today they had an article by two 17 year old twins that have their own conferences and go around encouraging teenagers to do great things and think about their life responsibly. I think this is great. I just think about all the wasted oppertunities I had growing where i was to timid to make a difference or reachout to people because i was to self conscience and shy. I still struggle with that.
Sometimes I feel like I don’t believe enough in anything to fight with my life for it... except the love of other poeple and the strong passionate sacrificial love of God, which keeps me going daily. I miss hearing the sweet words “sweet abadonment” and being around poeple who belive and live it. They reach out thinking only of the other persons comfort