i'm in this canoe in the middle of the lake and there is fog all around me. i'm taking strokes across the water, but i have no idea where i'm headed. it's not that i don't have dreams, but i desire with all my heart God's dreams for my life. i know myself best when I see things from his perspective. i'm reminded daily and am humbled by the fact that i can't do anything by my own strength. the weird thing is, even though i feel inadequate most of the time, especially when i think about PA stuff, God tells me that he is big and that he is able. right now, what i can do is love him and receive his love. small, quiet strokes.