Let me start by getting something out there: writing is not a simple task for me. It takes time for me to actually put my thoughts into words. Once thoughts kind of make sense, it takes a while longer to have the guts to write them down. I keep seeing that there is some danger in this whole blogging thing. For what I know I could write whatever emotion, thought, or anything I want to say knowing people cannot overturn my words. I suppose the danger arises when the true story can be compromised for the sake of security or need for approval. I sit here being reminded how hard it is to share my emotions with others. Yet, I am still writing about it right now and it all feels too weird. The danger of being seen; the whole trust thing I presume. “Be still my heart,” I keep telling myself. It simply has been the heartbeat of these past few weeks. Be still, while peace reigns in the midst of the unknown. Be still, as I start to get punched with the reality that I am leaving. Be still, during the transition that continues to challenge my every day.
Long story short, this is hard. It truly is harder than I thought it would be. So be still my heart for the day of understanding is not too far. Be still for the Lord sees.
