I've been thinking about the busy-ness of my everyday life...and sometimes feel like yelling, "Stop the bus, I wanna get off!" However, in contemplation of what I can eliminate I realize that most of what I'm busy with are joyful pastimes. How can I eliminate joy? Which joy should I have less of? This is a quandary. It would seem I must say to God, "Wait a minute. You've given me too many good things, how can I keep up?" The verse from the Bible, very loosely paraphrased, comes to mind as I contemplate the busy-ness my blessings have created. "Try Me, and see if I do not open the windows of heaven and pour out on you more than you can contain!" I am fat with blessings; replete and gorged...