Disoriented

I am sitting in an airplane headed for Hawaii. It is an eerie feeling to fly over the ocean in the dark. I don't know where in the world I am.

Two weeks ago I was on a cruise ship, sailing the Pacific Ocean. Sandwiched between sea and sky, I was disoriented as to where in the world I was.

I feel lost in Walmarts that look the same in Mexico, Hawaii and every other state.

It is December. Between tropical weather, missing the "landmark" of Thanksgiving, and being far from home and family, I am disoriented as to the time of year.

Maybe I'm just disoriented in general.

My home life is different than it's been for the past 30 years.
Changes at work put me in a different place.
I'm gone too much to feel I belong in my new ward.
My church calling makes me feel like a fish out of water.

So I find myself asking,
Where am I?
Who am I?
What am I doing?
Where am I headed?

I have no real answers, except the important one: continue in faithfulness.

And if I am asea, at least I am on the move.

Hopefully I'm headed in the right direction.




Too many people work to climb the ladder of success only to find the ladder was leaning against the wrong wall.