so so so restless. fidgety. bored. tired. stressed. be still my soul and wait in silence for Him.
i want to go somewhere, do something grand. i want you to say something. everything is so meaningless, why do feelings seem so real? i have this volcano inside of me that is going to erupt. it isn’t anger or frustration or anything, it’s not even hot like lava, in fact it’s cold, like liquid air. maybe this is what delinquents feel — a desperation to do just SOMETHING, anything out of the ordinary. oh why so destructive? monotony affords calm, like in good runs at midnight, the kind where you don’t push yourself and don’t think just breathe in, out, in, out, and place one foot after another. you don’t define the steps, you define the action which allows you to get to the next step.
Jesus calls us over the tumult. Of our life’s wild, restless, sea; Day by day His sweet voice soundeth, Saying, “Christian, follow Me!”