This ache inside me. For different.
Not knowing at all what it means, I long to work to my God-given strengths.
It might not be what I'm good at.
It's what gives me energy and excitement.
To feel as though I'm doing exactly what I was created to do.
To make a meaningful difference.
And though I know there's purpose in my days now, and that I really do make a meaningful difference now, I can feel that there's more.
It could be an ache for the other side of this place. For my Forever Home. A place where there isn't hurt or pain or confusion or heartache or disappointment.
The promises of this Land grip my heart, though in the *whirl and twirl* of living I sometimes neglect to remember it is truth.
Aching the way I do is a gift.
It makes me bend low and choose courage to trust.
In today. And the unknown of tomorrow.
What doesn't make sense at all, fills my heart with Hope.
I wonder what it all means--how I'll be a part of this vision.
And I ache with a resounding Peace.
"Write for five, short, bold beautiful minutes...
Unscripted and unedited...
Without worrying if it's just right or not."