A question all of us have probably struggled with at times in our lives.
As I drive to work each morning I watch as hundreds of cars struggle to get to work, carrying people who most likely don’t want to get where they are going, but are hurriedly trying to get there; a metaphor for life in a way.
That was me, that is me in a sense. I hurry to get ready in the morning, hurry to work, hurry home, hurry to sleep, so much hurrying and I’m not really sure why.
Before I could just mindlessly hurry…hurry through college, hurry through grad school and hurry through a career without really thinking twice about it. But now I can’t just mindlessly hurry.
In a way, I wish I still could. How much simpler life was before my eyes were really opened? Getting a masters degree, a good job and helping along the way seemed to be good enough but now it just isn’t.
I am wrecked for the ordinary.
None of the things I once held dear hold the same weight for me. So what do I do now? Now that I am back in America, back in my comfortable, successful life?
For now I am left questioning, left with the hope that no matter where my life may lead, one thing remains, Jesus.
