I often look at my life like this - An awkward blueprint. An oddly shaped floor plan that God drew up on a half nights sleep. Most days I feel like He hired a construction crew for everyone else, one that came with heavy machinery and fancy power tools. But then he put little old me alone on a plot of land, handed me a small shovel, and said, "have at it."

Most days look a lot like me laying on the ground complaining about how nothing is getting done. But it always seems like it's on the days that I'm the most frustrated, God shows up in one of those gaudy yellow construction helmets, carrying a shovel the same size as mine.

And then He says, "What do you mean nothing's getting done? That's all that was supposed to get done today. We'll build a door later. All I had planned for today was to organize the tools."