With each word I write, I want to encourage others.
I want to make you smile. I want to bring you back to Christ. I wish to give you hope. To let you know you are not alone. To give pep talks to people who feel like giving up. To keep your chin up and keep you excited about life.
But some days, I am empty and have nothing to give. Because I'm really fallible and really human. I am crazy to think that I will almost always know what to say.
Actually, I'm the one who needs the encouraging, mostly. I get really, really, really down and out sometimes.
I wonder why we bother. Why parties? Why books? Why vacation? Why live here? Why live there? What does it matter? Why try? A million questions throw me into abyss. The everyday no longer seems enough. It seems distant. Inconsequential. Time is a heavy burden. And the only thing that I can remember when it gets this rough is that God saved me, so any pain and emptiness and complete hopelessness that comes upon me, it will not last forever.
"The pain that you feel is only temporary
It does not define you, even if
at some point, it changes you
but not to someone ugly,
but someone who is strong
and who is learning.
You are a beautiful person
only passing by
this pain that is temporary"