Falling Into History

if my mind feels so full of thoughts that its almost as if its blank...does that make me crazy? everything seems to be on overload...yet at the same time theres this blanket of peace over it all.
its such a strange thing to try and explain. yet so...comforting.

breathe. through it all. in these times of confusion, uncertainty, and struggle. new opportunities are popping up left and right. but none of them fit...are they all just tests? apparently that is where patience comes in. wait and see. watch God paint it out. but then it feels like im not moving forward and living up to what i could be.

"be the best ____ you can be for God, working in the parameters of your circumstances"

Empty Hands

he was a stranger.

but his words rang true, and keep replaying in my head.

"you've just lost something very important to you. but there's a reason for that: there's something else; something better for you to pick up. you can't hold on to something new if your hands are already full, now, can you?"

maybe i'm a fool for thinking twice on his words. maybe it's all rubbish. but in this valley i am desperate for some sign of progress. of moving forward. of a light at the end of this dim-but-not-black tunnel.

so
God, my hands are empty. and lifted to You. maybe that's where they ought to stay for awhile. or maybe You have something better in store that needs to be revealed. regardless, thank you for this reminder. of where my hands should be. and who it is that's to be directing them and my life