If life is a highway

If life is a highway then I am going 150 miles an hour. Help I feel like things are passing me at alarming speeds. It seems like yesterday that I was feeling as if I lacked purpose but today I have more than I can handle. Now as I write, my house is full of noises big and small. My mind is cramped and I feel like screaming. If God's voice is still and quiet how does he expect me to find Him amidst my chaos? Why does it seem like it is my responsibility to mellow my crazy life and find Him? Why can't He find me sometimes? I imagine I have answered my own question, with the phrase "my crazy life". If He is a God of free will then He is not going to intervene into my schedule. He lets me spontaneously combust into a desperate need for Him.

I do that, you know; I blame God for all kinds of things that are my own fault. Sometimes I wonder why He even puts up with me. I am so glad He does.

Happy Thanksgiving