I start a subject of worship, something God has placed upon my heart again and again recently. Something I feel I can’t but scratch the surface of. Something I feel like diving into but haven’t the faintest clue how deep the subject waters are. I feel as if I’m placing my self at the edge of a cliff in the dark. Not seeing what all could possible be beneath, i close my eyes and jump. All the while singing and sinking deeper and deeper yet finding more joy and satisfaction with every meter. It’s an adventure for certain.
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.