They come from every angle.
The buzz of the phone.
The sounds of the city.
The screams of a toddler.
How can I focus?
On my task.
On my family.
It’s one of my biggest struggles.
But my inner thoughts are the loudest.
Screaming above the rest.
The silence of a room can be most distracting.
Because there I’m left with me.
“Who are you? What do you think you are doing? You want to do what?!?!”
Those are the distractions I wrestle with and face head-on each day.
But in the midst of loudness, in the midst of the chaos, in the midst of the demons within, God whispers to me, “I’m here”.
I fight. I focus.
For another five minutes.