Perhaps Whitesnake said it best:
"No, I don't know where I'm goin
but I sure know where I've been
hanging on the promises in songs of yesterday.
An' I've made up my mind, I ain't wasting no more time
but here I go again, here I go again.
Tho' I keep searching for an answer
I never seem to find what I'm looking for.
Oh Lord, I pray you give me strength to carry on
'cos I know what it means to walk along the lonely street of dreams.
Here I go again on my own
goin' down the only road I've ever known.
Like a drifter I was born to walk alone.
An' I've made up my mind, I ain't wasting no more time."
This blog post is a little different than the other posts I've written so far. I found myself putting off writing in this blog for quite some time. I've been scared. Scared to write, scared to share myself with whomever reads this. The interesting thing is it never went away; it never left my mind. Lately I've felt jumbled and, quite frankly, lost in a crowd. I think it's interesting that the song says "I never seem to find what I'm looking for." right in front of where the singer cries out to the Lord. I will admit that I haven't been doing that. I've been looking for people and things to fill up this emptiness and to calm the racing inside my mind. It's not working. The thing I find amazing about God is this: He's always right there waiting for me when I turn to Him.
"I've made up my mind, I ain't wasting no more time."
