Windy Saturday Morning

"Strange that one’s beliefs about God can actually come to a place of constituting a barrier to God."
- Art Katz

Windy Saturday morning, you've left me with few reasons to emerge from these warm sheets. You've put my mind in a place where it is scratching around for some sort of depth or reflection... but scratching will be both the beginning and the end of this after-morning's search. My mind's capacity is suitably shallow these days; attention span short, emotions varied and heavily dependent on others, and my confidence must be out on the road somewhere rather than at home in my heart. My so-valued trait of independence has been pushed to the outskirts of my personality and my thoughts are ringing with the near-end of what has been 'my life' for four years.

Windy Saturday morning, what do you suggest for me? Tell me who I am and where I am going. Tell me what I believe and how that can be carried out in my life.