Journal entry...June 1/11

   Morning Jesus... not much left of it. So I am at that place where good intentions and the feel of Your hand upon my heart is very heavy and the how question which begs for answers, inspiration and wisdom... time and energy; lest it be swept away with the wind that overwhelms and results in less than nothing ... perhaps even a barrenness that wasn't there before. I see the responsibility of leadership and the gravity of it's weight. And I don't want to fail You, I want to love You by dying and serving, dying and serving, loving with Your love not my own, dying and coming to know You more.