The Armful

Oh this is me!

The Armful
by: Robert Frost

For every parcel I stoop down to seize
I lose some other off my arms and knees,
And the whole pile is slipping, bottles, buns,
Extremes too hard to comprehend at. once
Yet nothing I should care to leave behind.
With all I have to hold with hand and mind
And heart, if need be, I will do my best.
To keep their building balanced at my breast.
I crouch down to prevent them as they fall;
Then sit down in the middle of them all.
I had to drop the armful in the road
And try to stack them in a better load

Almost 50% of my life I feel like this poem. The Spirit stirs my heart about so many things at once that I don’t know which way to run. I try and fit all of this into my life and it won't all fit! How much of a change does this require? Do I just wait until He gives me direction? What do I do? It is literally painful at times! Or I see things in God that are so beautiful but so HUGE I cannot get my puny brain around them. It is just all too much for me. I am so thankful for God’s grace. I need more of it.