I sometimes feel like I am not whole.
Splintered would describe me more often than not.
I am somewhere between most places and attitudes.
What is that pithy Christian saying? Something about, ” Forgive me, God’s not finished with me yet.”?
Well, then, forgive me, because I’m nowhere close to being done, yet.
Right now, I’m somewhere between the Eastern coast and the cornfields of Ohio.
Skipping between the beach and the ‘burbs.
Lost between Meredith’s house and my own.
And wherever I am, I’m thinking I should be at work in the other place.
Do you ever feel like this?