whenever i can’t deal with things, i give up writing. for most of my life, i have been terrible about keeping in touch with
those i love the most. separation
overwhelms and hurts me, so writing people is given up. and while writing is one of my favourite
cathartic exercises, it is abandoned when a situation becomes too big or pain-filled.
2012
was a rough summer. it was more than
rough, actually. it brought me to my
knees. i’ve come through heartache,
wrenching goodbyes, depression, insomnia…and not all gracefully. and since july, i haven’t been able to
write. i’ve had plenty of ideas and
thoughts, but the inability took over.
…one of
my favourite thoughts is that we will never stay exactly like we are. ‘but let me tell you something wonderful,
a mystery i'll probably never fully understand. we're not all going to die—but
we are all going to be changed (1 corinthians 15.51).’ there will always be a change
in us or our circumstances. sometimes the change seems worse for a bit, but we know that we won’t be left stagnant,
moulding in a corner of life. there is
ALWAYS hope for change.
as God
has graciously done for me countless times in the past, He has surrounded me by
incredible people during this last semester. there have been many days where i have barely limped through, but
beautiful humans held me up, encouraging me to keep going forward, looking
toward the hope of change.
so this december, it’s time to write again.
