Still alive, somewhat
With his room in such a helter-skelter mess he could barely concentrate to add to the blog he hasn't touched in an eon and a day. So much had taken it's toll on this one. Things new, things old, things unexpected, and yet things demoralizing have assaulted this one for the past few weeks. Even now his weary hand keeps typing but he feels like it should be falling off. Exams have stripped him of any encouragement he once had about classes and he was left wondering if his class grades will leave him in horror after the battle has subsided. A friend so dear to him has challenged him with contentment and to wait on God and His plan for my life. A complete 180 from what he thought of her weeks ago and what he hoped their relationship might turn into.
Drained and weak but trying so desperately to be steadfast in the face of things always changing and never staying the same, I press on. I'm so tired, broken, and sick of dreading what is to come. By God's power I will overcome and find His place for me. I suppose I am content, just incredibly tired and weary. I am learning how to wait on the Lord but I can't help feeling that not only will I not be good enough but I will be left behind by everyone who is dear to me.
Drained and weak but trying so desperately to be steadfast in the face of things always changing and never staying the same, I press on. I'm so tired, broken, and sick of dreading what is to come. By God's power I will overcome and find His place for me. I suppose I am content, just incredibly tired and weary. I am learning how to wait on the Lord but I can't help feeling that not only will I not be good enough but I will be left behind by everyone who is dear to me.