For the last week and a half I was down in California on a business trip. It wasn't supposed to be that long -- originally it was just a week, but things happened and I had to stay on. I'm not sure if God is trying to tell me something or if it's my own impatience and/or irresponsibility, but I felt like I was in a jailcell, constantly banging my head trying to get out. I want so much to be FREE. FREE to really shepherd the online training process this year. FREE to lead projects that come up on the spur of the moment. FREE to take a month and go secret myself away on one of these fabulous freighters I've been reading about so I can make a good start on my second book.

Lord, grant me patience. For the millionth time I'm reminded that Your timing is not mine.