Tonight whist driving home I saw a mother out with her two children star gazing, wrapped up to protect themselves from the cold. I saw a man waiting to be let into a house. I saw a single light on in an apartment building. What were their stories? Was the man at his girlfriends house apologizing for being such an asshole? Was the mother out with her children to show them a new world beyond the daylight? Was the single apartment light on because someone couldn't sleep? What is beyond my life that I still need to discover? What is the story behind the old man that grumbles every time someone sits next to him on the train and then proceeds to fart for the rest of the trip? My life is full of stories, but so is everyones. What is it about my life that is so special? What is it that people wonder when they see me walking down the street? Do they wonder about my story or do they duck their head as they walk by hoping that I hadn't noticed them? What is it that you think about me? Do you look at me and see just another person or do you see something different about me? My life isn't amazing, and I have no tragic story that goes along with it. But you see my life is special because it is a gift to my creator. My every breath is for God. But, it may not seem like that. My life has gotten to a point where I'm trying to find a resting place and something to follow for the rest of my life. God is meant to be the one, but what if there are things out there that I'm going to miss and regret doing if I follow him? Every life is a mystery and there are things that we'll never know about until we leap off a cliff and grow some wings and fly into a sunset. Every life is different and each person has a different story, so what's yours? Does yours stand out or is it a plain and simple life like mine, where you sometimes question the purpose of your existence, hoping that someone, anyone, would come and pluck you up and show you the purpose of everything. Life. Forever are we trying to find the meaning to all of this but are we ever going to find out what everything is for if we continue to stand and look up, terrified at the brick wall that stands in our way? How are we meant to jump over the wall and get to the other side where we can continue drawing closer to God? How are we meant to read the bible if we have heard the stories a billion times, to the point where you can almost recite them one by one in detail? How are you meant to know God if all the basic knowledge has been hammered intonation your head so many times that you need a deeper understanding of God before the basic knowledge becomes real?
Take one step at a time and stop to smell the roses and rest in the park benches, because without these stops and rests, you will never be able to appreciate the life that our Creator has given us, exciting background or not.
Have a good day!
Sophie
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