I'm in such an odd place right now. This wanting to be more. To love more. To do more. I have been praying for a servant's heart like crazy lately. Partially due to the new babysitting gigs I have going on. Let's be honest, extra kids requires a servant's heart. {Teachers who actually love their job - you've got it going on!!!} I want to help where I can with what I have. And there's this whole feeling lonely thing. Who know having and keeping friends would be so difficult as an adult. I'm not sure what is wrong with me, but there always seems to be someone better. So I wait. I wait on God. Because seriously, I want His blessing. I want Him to bring me that one or two or three true friends that will stick closer than a brother. I {very impatiently} wait on Him. I pray. I cry. I scream. And in my being completely unglued I feel broken. By the way when I lost it the other day my son made me a giant red heart. It was the s...
"we tend to stay away from mourning and dancing. too afraid to cry, too shy to dance. we become narrow-minded complainers, avoiding pain and also true human joy. while we live in a world subject to the evil one, we belong to God. let us mourn, and let us dance." -henri nouwen