Sometimes I feel lost, other times, perhaps at random, I’m optimistic and find my way. My mind can be a dark place, clouded in confusion, contradictions, and infinite concerns.
Though somehow, through tragedy, I find meaning– purpose, direction, trajectory. Fueled by this alien momentum, I’m propelled forward, guided by words passed down by previous people, some like me, some infinitely different.
If someone hasn’t said it yet, allow me to say it: There’s hope!
Sometimes, these uncertainties last only moments, sometimes hours, some span decades. But who am I? I’ve only been here for 28 years; nothing compared to those before me.
This brings me to where I am now: Am I someone with value; someone worth your time?
When I sit to write, the intention is to teach what I’ve learned, often in a subtle way. Sometimes I have no idea what I’m writing about, but when I’m typing, it feels right so I put it down. It’s here that I find some progress, word after word, whether pointless, meaningless, it is peaceful nonetheless.
Something we can all appreciate during these trying times.
I find light in the Word
I cannot describe the feeling, only that after a few chapters of the Bible, doubt is less present in my mind. Somehow, the path I walk has been washed in light– illuminated.
For this, I’m thankful. I find peace in this direction. Wherever it may lead.
Because in the midst of chaos and confusion, I am still, somehow loved.
