Saturday, May 02, 2009

Look underneath the surface of who we are. See through the careful masks we wear daily in an effort to appear sane, to pretend that we're fine and that we've "made it", whatever that means.

Look carefully...and find a world of lost people trying to find their way with an incomplete map. See a wounded heart in every face you meet.

We are, each of us, created with a God-shaped void in our souls. We can never make it on our own.

I thank God for God, though I don't think of Him as often as I should.

Just a drop of humanity in an endless ocean, and not a particularly good drop at that.

I mourn the girl I used to be, the girl who had so many dreams, so much potential...when did she die? I did not notice her passing, that much is certain.

The girl who used to be crazily in love with Jesus...where did she disappear to? Buried under tonnes of daily routine, crushed by the weight of heartaches and disappointments and a lack of focus in the right direction.

We grow into our shells harshly carved out for us by society, by expectations, by 'life'.