itch....

The old adage "all dressed up with no place to go" seems to be an apt description of the mood I'm in today.  I so want to hit the road.  I so need to hit the road.  I could pack a bag, make a phone call, and viola' gonesville!

It's that simple and that complicated, too.  Where would I do?  What would I do when I got there?  How would I pay for it?  And honestly, what's the point?

I heard last night an interesting theory on my little radio program I love so much Running to Win.  Dr. Lutzer said something about how God paints us into little corners with seemingly no way out so we have to turn to Him.  OK, I'm desirous.  I used the word ready but thought better of it.  Ready is not a judgment I'm entitled to make.

Ready rests with the Potter.  I am, and sometimes need to remember this, merely the clay; the created thing.

I miss the ocean but not California.  I like Oregon, but only the coast.  I don't have a date for, nor can I afford a trip to Disneyland.  Yellowstone opens up all gates tomorrow morning.  Henry Lake doesn't open for three weeks.  In all scenarios, gas is $3.50-$4.00 a gallon.  I get 10 miles to the gallon.

Today is like having an itch that I cannot scratch.  Then again, most days are that way.

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