"Sometimes it lasts in love but sometimes it hurts instead." -Adelle
I've handwritten two ideas for entries on here so today may make this page anew.
I've been confronted by an idea lately, the reality of an idea, really: life is short. We have heard this our whole lives, "Life is too short to let go of the ones you love," or some version of that statement. Yes, it's probably true, though we don't usually have a say in who leaves us-- my father left us, I loved him, it doesn't always make a difference. But seriously, life is short. Short. I feel like my life is just beginning but in reality is, statistically approx. 1/4 over.
I'm already almost 21 years old and what have I to show for myself?
Who am I?
What identities do I find myself labeled under?
What are the desires of my heart?
Am I missing it, the purpose of my being?
Am I looking straight from God created the world to His offering of merciful salvation?
What is the middle supposed to look like?
What about you?
There has to be more for this short life!
Don't let your sin overshadow the depths of who you really are.
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