Please be patient...God isn't finished with me yet...

The title of this post comes from a pillow my mom needlepointed for me when I was a baby. Ironically, I don't think she ever finished the needlepoint...which brings me to my purpose for writing tonight. Sometimes I get impatient and want to feel "accomplished" in work, in family, in projects. But what does accomplished mean? Does it mean finished? Does it mean you stop there?

I certainly hope that is never what it means for me. I am slowly realizing that that is one of the purposes God builds into us - to always grow, keep changing, keep learning. There is never an "arrival". But strangely there can be rest and peace in moving forward and restless turmoil in standing still when you shouldn't be. I guess this will be a short post for tonight but this topic has been on my mind and I at least wanted to start to write about it.