Moving

Nov 12, 2008 10:51

Someone told me a long time ago that keeping a journal would be really theraputic for me. I think it has.

Last night was really strange. There are some nights I get so overwelmed with emotion right before I drift off to sleep. This seemed to be one of those nights, and I felt many things.
I felt overwhelmed with a love for my friends. I wanted to hug all of them right that moment, and tell them how much I love them. I wanted to hug God, even if I have been so distant lately, he was there.

Next I tried to grasp what I had been feeling in the back of my heart for awhile. The best way I could describe it is if I were moving out. I feel like the room, the house, that somehow represents my life, is empty. Not a bad empty though. The kind of empty that would accompany a move. Everything, cept for a few tools, has been packed. There are boxes neatly stacked and labeled, and the house has been cleaned up completely and fixed. Now all thats left is the move.

Last night I felt so strongly a big change is coming soon, and God is getting me ready for it.
A really big change.

I dont normally get these feelings.
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