Longing For A Lost Future

Longing for meaning, unsure what to say. The words just never seem to come and I’m lost spinning in a daze of words strung together trying to make sense of what I might someday hope to say.

I’ve reached a point in life where I’m unsure about my future. I don’t like that. Up until some major things happened, I always had a clear plan and idea of what I wanted my life to look like and be. And now, I’m left lost and spinning in the world. Giving up on what I wanted, because they no longer fit the person I’ve become. And I hate that. I hate who I’ve become. I don’t like me anymore.

I’ve always been the type to look ahead, and without truly being me anymore, then what is there to look ahead to? I’m lost and wandering, trying to find something, anything, that could possibly fill the void of what I lost and who I used to be.

I used to like myself, maybe not completely, but I knew I was on a path to becoming who I wanted to be. And I lost it. I’m not who I was. I’m not as kind, or gentle, or wise. I’ve lost so much of what I valued and wanted myself to be. My creativity is waning. And I’m emptied from the inside out with nothing to fill that hollow and empty void. Just a string of meaningless words.

What does any of it matter anyway? Could I ever dare hope, or dream, that maybe my string of useless words could touch someone else’s heart and work in their life? I don’t dare hope or dream, because everything I ever dreamed has been left dashed to pieces and broken on the floor. So far gone from who I was, and who I was meant to be. I’ve drifted too far. Is there any hope that I could make it back to the shore?

Then there’s the part that knows that God is faithful. He is bigger and stronger and greater than any mountain or storm I might face. My hope is not in myself, or who I’ve thought myself to be, my vision was skewed. My hope is in something far greater than I could ever be. My hope is in the One who created hope and created a world, and individuals, with a purpose, a plan, and a future.

Just Be Held

The other day I saw a post about songs as testimonies and it got me thinking what song sums up where I am in life right now. The song that came to mind is Just Be Held by Casting Crowns.

The first time I really listened to this song a few weeks ago, each new line spoke to me, where I’ve been and how I’ve felt.

It’s so full of truth and encouragement. This life can feel so heavy sometimes, and it’s always good to have a reminder that God is faithful through it all.

I’m a fixer, and this song reminds me that I don’t have to carry the weight and fix everything on my own. Though I do need to learn to surrender and turn everything over to God.

Every line, every word. I could go through it one line at a time and say what it means to me, but I think I’ll just let you listen to the song and let it do the speaking.

What song speaks to where you are in life right now? I’d love to hear from you and listen to your song. 🙂


I’ve always wanted a typewriter.

I wrote recently that I am not a writer. I love that blank page and the freedom to let my mind take me wherever it wishes. I love the freedom to explore thoughts and feelings, and sorting everything out.

I typically love to journal or write on paper. There’s something so relaxing about being away from a screen, and away from the many distractions and pull of the internet.

Maybe I’ll get one. A typewriter, I mean. There’s something wonderful about the clicking, and the idea that whatever is written, is written in ink. I don’t edit anyway, so maybe that’s the way to go.

Of course, if I ever did decide to edit, it would create a lot more work, but that’s how everyone used to do it, and who knows, maybe it would make the editing process easier and more enjoyable as well. Maybe for NaNo this year, that could be my motivation. Create something entirely new. It’s worth consideration.

Do any of you have a typewriter? How do you find it changes the writing process?

I Am Not A Writer

I’ve come to the conclusion that I am not a writer. I used to think I was, I used to think that some part of me needed writing (and I do), but the way I approach it is very different than the way I think most “real” writers do. And I’m sick of pretending.

I free-write as a way of processing my feelings and venting my frustrations. Sometimes I have thoughts to share, yes. Though honestly, they’re not well thought out. My writing is almost always stream of consciousness. And maybe that’s a good thing, for me, but it doesn’t help the world or accomplish some grand vision of influence.

I write because I have to, and it’s a lonely experience sometimes, though it can also be completely liberating to just sit down in a room by myself and let whatever comes out onto a page. I love that blank page, it’s a place to explore.

Most of the time on this blog, I write because I have thoughts that are bouncing around in my head, and I just can’t get it out any other way. I write because I need to, not because I want to. And I think maybe that’s where I make the distinction.

I write because it’s relaxing and it helps me better understand myself and the world.

I hate editing. That’s why there are probably often typos in my posts or overly redundant phrases and round about ways of wording things. I don’t edit. And isn’t editing the majority of the writing process? If I’m not invested in the process, then how can I be considered worthy of the title?

These are my thoughts on myself, not a judgment on anyone else or their process. And being able to finally say, I am not a writer, it’s just not my priority, has been so incredibly freeing. I will still write because I need to write, but maybe I’m done putting a barrier in my way by insisting that I edit, pressuring myself, and therefore avoiding it entirely.

I don’t know, maybe I’m a writer but not an editor. Hmm… Thoughts? What’s your writing experience like?

Three Years

Last night WordPress notified me that I’d been blogging for three years. I can’t believe it’s been that long! Thank you to everyone who has been with me on this journey and all of you who have followed along, supported me and encouraged me to keep on writing here. I’m so thankful for all of you! 🙂


I found out the other day that Red has a new album coming out soon. I listened to the 2 songs they have up from the album, and they’re good and still sound like them, but it revealed to me just how much I’ve changed, and that was encouraging.

Red used to be my go to music when I was depressed, it was often the only thing that would help me feel any better, but also allow me to just sit with my feelings if that’s what I needed to do. And I realized while listening to the new songs (it’s been a while since I’ve listened to their music in general), that I don’t need them the same way I used to.

Maybe this is a breakthrough. I’m not the person I was, but I’m still unsure of the person I will be.

Another Rainy Day – Hope

It’s another rainy, cozy day. I should be working… But I’m not. Life fills up with so many shoulds sometimes, but what about the things we genuinely need? Do we give any thought to the lives we live, or just exist one day to the next, passing time until we die?

Days like this make me want to curl up in bed with a good book and a chai latte. Maybe do some writing, but only after my mind is clear enough to allow my thoughts to wander.

I do have a chai latte, but even that is getting cold as I sit and write instead. Or, more honestly, as I stare out the window and into the wet world. Leaves are starting to turn, but not many. Fall seems like it’s holding back, not quite ready to come into the open. Muggy, humid days are still the norm.

Do we all resist change? In some ways I feel like that. Sticky and stagnant, not quite sure how to explore, not sure what’s more genuinely me. I want to move forward, but some part of me is still afraid. Why? And why do I let this fear control me?

I’ve realized lately just how much my fear and insecurity dominates my life. It wasn’t always like this, and, in some ways, I think that makes it harder to deal with. I can’t just say that this is who I’ve always been, I can’t say that it’s been a lifelong battle. And sometimes that discourages me from even fighting, because I don’t always feel like it’s my battle. But it is. Now. Even if it never was before.

Past. Future. The biggest difference is hope. I long for that hope again, I just can’t always see it through the storm. And I’m tired. I’m weary. I’m so worn down and long for rest. But He will give me rest.

Fearless Hope. That was what I wanted this year to be. Has it been? I don’t know. But I have persisted. Storms have come and knocked me down. I can’t say I’ve always held on, because I haven’t. But maybe that’s the point. Maybe hope, true hope, isn’t about seeing a future when things are perfect, it’s about knowing that there still is a future, even when we’re trapped in darkness. There is a light, even when we cannot see it. And that is what I need to hope, and trust, and believe.

Nothing lasts forever. Not the dark, not even the light, not in this world. Maybe hope is seeing through the storm, that no matter how cloudy it may be overhead, somewhere, beyond the clouds, is a blue sky and a sun that continues to shine.

We don’t see the whole picture. We don’t know what will come. I don’t have the strength to hold on through all the twists and turns, but His strength is made perfect in weakness. When I’m weak, He is strong. And He’s still able to break through and calm this storm. That is my hope. Even the worst of storms cannot last forever.

So even as the rain pours down, I will put my hope in Him. Because His light shines, even in my deepest darkness. I don’t have to do this on my own. He brings hope and healing. God uses rain to make the flowers grow. So also, He will use our storms, to heal our hearts and bring us hope.


Getting sick can sometimes be a blessing. Last week I finally let some of the pressure off, and just took a break to relax. It was a much needed time for me, and ironically, I ended up getting more done.

I’ve been so burned out lately. Random tasks seem to pile up and I can’t seem to catch my breath. Oddly enough, getting sick helped me start to heal. I think I’ve confused pressure with motivation. And I’ve had tons of pressure, but very little motivation. Some of this is external, some internal. And I needed a chance to give myself permission to step back and not do every little thing that others asked me to do.

I’ve wondered if this makes me selfish. I’ve thought about it a lot, and I’m so critical of myself at every turn, but I’ve realized that I need to time to rest in order to offer my fullest and best self to others. I’d rather offer one hour of dedicated attention, than a whole day of distraction. What do other people deserve?

It’s worse though. There are several tasks that others want me to do that I have taken the easy way out. I throw together things that really aren’t a good representation of me or of them, and just call it good enough, because I’m not invested and I don’t have the energy to care. I’m a perfectionist, and even if they don’t notice, I know that I didn’t do my best.

Sometimes our best requires that we take a step back. I’ve learned that this week. It’s a lesson I seem to learn over and over again, but it’s always relevant.

As introverts it’s important that we take the time we need to recharge our batteries. It isn’t about being selfish, it’s about giving others the best we have to offer. If someone needed batteries, would we really give them ones we’ve been using and are almost dead? Isn’t it the same with our energy and our time?

If you’re an introvert, do you struggle giving yourself the time you need? What have you learned this week?