Tuesday, February 15, 2011

Oh-ver-WELM-dddddd ramblings.

Overwhelmed.
Isn't that a funny word? What does it even mean to be "whelmed"? How can you be over it? I don't even know. Sometimes we just use words I guess. I think that I'm more than overwhelmed though. I can't even begin to describe it.

Boy has my life been hectic for the past few weeks...months? Years. It's crazy what God puts you through. It's crazy what God pulls you through. It's even more crazy when you're going through that dark period when you see just black and white and nothing else.

I spent a few hours today going over every emotion that is on my mind. Every emotion on my heart really and the way I can come up with it would be complete and utter nonsense to everyone who isn't feeling EXACTLY what I'm feeling (which is everyone except me, because only I know what I'm feeling).

My heart lately:
Worn out. Drained. Tired. Stressed. Can't focus. Breaking point. Happy. Mad. Excited. Filled with God. Sometimes not so filled with God. Where do I need to be? What do I need to do? The future. Where am I going to end up? How is it going to work out? Where is my life going? Where do I WANT to be? But more importantly where does God want me?


AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


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That was me screaming. But now that's over.


Ever been in a mood. A downer sort of mood and all you need is one piece of information to just completely make your day, tie you over, and give you something to be so excited about. My roommate just gave me news that we are going to be coaching a soccer team of 6 year old boys and girls and I couldn't be more excited. If you know how I feel about soccer, you will understand.


Ahh.
Okay so this is just a bunch of RANDOM overwhelmed ramblings.
God is Good.
Let go and let God.
My saviour died so that I might live.




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Thanking a friend for this phrase:
"God takes our trash and turns it into art."

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