As soon as I make ends meet, someone moves the ends.

sometimes I want to find a rock (a BIG one) and hide under it. Not for any specific reason, just all the little things that crawl up on you and then that last little bite in the calf makes everything seem like the world is tumbling down.

I've spent alot of time thinking, no, wondering, if there is more to life than what we currently have. Don't get me wrong, I am very thankful for all the blessings we have, there are many, many people alot worse off than us, but I can't help but wonder - is this is good as it gets?

The daily race - for what? to impress your boss? your colleagues? your friends? your partner? when do we actually get to live? When do we get to enjoy life's little joys - seeing the smile on your child's face when she/he swings, roll in the dry grass with them, to see that little face buried in the bowl to lick the last drop of the cheese sauce out. Is the 2 days over the weekends we allow ourselves to live a little what God intended for us?

Now I know the logical answer is no, because what we strive for is materialistic things, a house, a car, clothes, shoes, the best education for our kids; but in today's time and age can we afford not to have mommy and daddy working? In our case no. Not because we have to have that car, or that house or those shoes or clothes, but because we can't do without the basic needs. I never said it has to be a luxury car, or our own house, it's not nine west shoes or Diesel clothes, and yet ends meet still doesn't seem to be within reach.

How do other people do it and what am I missing??? I'm sure God intended for families to share more than a rushed 30 minutes a day together? there has to be more...