When words fail, I just don’t speak. Words fail me a lot lately.
I’ve felt like I’ve been in a daze over the past few weeks, and the thing is that I knew I would feel this way. I hate feeling like I have no purpose and that I’m wandering.
Each morning, I’ve woken up in a various couch, bed, and location in beautiful Southern California. With no agenda almost each day, I have felt like I’ve been wallowing in self-pity, which is not the right approach to things. People getting married, life happening all around, people in love, people enjoying jobs, people living.
I feel like I’ve been waiting for something big to happen and to point me in the right direction. I’m not sure that “big” thing was what I was expecting, but I’m feeling a pull to a place I never wanted to go back to. I won’t go into details, because everything is really up in the air, and nothing is for sure, but I need to follow my heart on this… even if I don’t understand it.
Thank you those for your thoughts and prayers, I can’t express enough what they mean. I’m grateful, and blessed beyond measure.
More to come.
PS: On Monday I’m starting two (2) courses for my Seminary degree! I know I haven’t really explained that to many people, but my heart is joyful about it, and I’m really looking forward to this new venture!