Restless.
It’s funny how we’re constantly going back and forth between realizing how far we’ve come and how far we’ve yet to go.. You feel all grown up your senior year of high school, and then you’re back to the bottom as a freshman in college. You get to your last year, start feeling old again, and you enter the workforce as an entry-level worker. You look behind you and see everyone in the place you once were, and again, you begin to feel that same feeling. Where has all the time gone? Yet, when we look ahead, everything is still up in the air. We cringe in anticipation with every step, because all our hopes and all our fears lie wait in the darkness ahead. The same uncertainty that causes us to hope and dream also keeps us in dread and trembling — I guess hope and fear are two sides of the same coin. And I’m beginning to think that the way to stay ahead of this emotional and mental roller coaster we all seem to get caught up in is to always embrace that you aren’t really as old, or out of time, as you feel.. that it’s relative. That even when time seems to play against you, God’s plan is and remains for you. Ultimately, it’s to trust. And trust is grown in humility, and humility in genuine gratitude. One glance into social media - the thoughts that we so thoughtlessly spill out for others to see - and I see the world slowly changing what defines joy and a good life to my peers, to myself.. and all the more I’m desperately crawling back to the innocent truth that God is trustworthy, that his goodness is pure joy and that He is the one who establishes our steps. Where are our roots that we are so easily shaken? The road is truly narrowing as we run further into the race, and many were not trained for it. In some ways, I was not trained for it. But I remind myself that the weight of the world was not meant to be carried, but to be lifted. Lifted by the one who calls us to come and cast all our burdens, to rest and to be restored. So my hope is in redemption. I hope in being a new creation year after year because God’s pursuit for my heart is never ceasing, and his voice calling for my life is always audible if I would just quiet my soul. The ink in this pen has not run dry, and my story is sure to end with His glory because I am still called beloved.















