My Faith is Old

I'm not really sure where to begin. It's been weeks since my last post, and I have no reason.  I am just so unorganized. Disheveled. Scatterbrained.  Maybe it's because all my belongings are packed up and willy-nilly stored in various places.  Possibly it is because my family of 10 is living with my gracious parents in their once spacious three bedroom home.  Or it could be that I get confused by the ever changing work schedule of my husband.  Bottom line?  I've lost my focus and am letting the distractions wear me down.

What do you do to bring it all back in?  I find myself shoving things into corners (physically, emotionally, and spiritually) and trying to ignore the clutter as it piles up.  It's not working for me though.  Honestly, I am feeling a little unraveled. But it is all so overwhelming, I think it is easier to hide.  However, as I stand in the one square foot of clean floor space of my room, I realize a blind eye is for the cowardly. I must face my predicament, own up to my irresponsibility; I just don't know where to start. No platitudes, no easy fixes, just me trying to find way.  Back to the productive, back to the purposeful, back to diligence.  It looks impossible from here, there is just so much to do.  So I suppose I need to figure out where to start. I think I'll start with a song.

Beth