There is an unmentioned emotion shared by people of every race, culture, and calling. A certain heartbreak felt by all, yet never discussed because of the fear of no one having the capability to understand. It's a sort of a rut we all fall into and can't quite find the words we need to ask for help or reach for a lifeline. Call it what you will, but it's seemingly a lack of passion and purpose. The gap between goals, the absence of excitement, and the dreamless sleep haunt those who are faced with this hardship.
This is not the proof of failure or lost hope; rather, it is a time to refresh. A time to go back to the spring which quenched your thirst in the first place. The river that gave you the life you once saw as limitless. This is a time to be renewed, revived, and brought back from the dead.
I have recently been face to face with this challenge. My past is filled with the rainwater of dreams, floods of ambitions, and rivers of passion, but as of the last few months I have seen a drought. I used to well of with emotion at the thought of fulfilling a desire the Almighty placed on my heart, and now I find it heart to desire anything at all- save the desire for desire in general. It seems every day was filled with dreamless sleep and visionless days. Where I was once among the imagineers, I became one of the scoffers. I wept over this bitter simplicity of heart, and cried out to the Father of purpose and Passion.
It became inescapably clear to me that there was a perfectly good reason for my lack of ambition. The reason I had felt so far from the river- so removed from the source of life- is simply that I was. I desired desire itself but had forgotten the reason I had desire in the first place. You see, my passion came directly from creator of time and space. The passion of the creator of people themselves had rubbed off on me, and upon my drifting away from Him, I had lost it. The purpose of the caller of nature, physics, and dreams had once flowed out of Him into me, and upon neglect of Him, I became dispondant and plain.
The remedy? It may sound simple, but that's because it is. The remedy to passionless heart and a soul lacking purpose is revival. Just as the cure for a person who is dehydrated is to drink a glass of water, so the cure to a spiritually dehydrated person is to drink from the water of the river of life. As I began to question myself on how long it had been since I spent a good deal of time receiving passion and purpose straight from the mouth of my Lord, my eyes opened to the cure for the disease I had taken upon myself. You can't drink from a river from which you're apart.
The hope? Though at some times to me it seems an arduous task, it really is quite simple: ask. The words of Jesus ring absolutely true in this time of need- "Ask, and it will be given to you; seek, and you will find; knock, and it will be opened to you. For everyone who asks receives, and he who seeks finds, and to him who knocks it will be opened. Or what man is there among you who, if his son asks for bread, will give him a stone? Or if he asks for a fish, will he give him a serpent? If you then, being evil, know how to give good gifts to your children, how much more will your Father who is in heaven give good things to those who ask Him! Matthew 7:7-11
Ask God for pupose, ask Him for passion, and ask Him bring to life the life that He has given you. Our relationships with God should be more adventurous and exciting than anything found in this life. Allow Him to reveal His will to you, and to renew your passion for the things which He is so extremely pasaionate about.