Sometimes my sight gets blurry and distorted. Not my actual sight. My eyes work just fine. But the eyes of my soul. The eyes of my heart.
It’s so easy to get swept up in all that is wrong in the world. I’m so quick to get lost in my past, angry about my present, and confused about my future.
I lose sight.
I forget that what I’ve gone through isn’t in vain. I didn’t experience the pain, loss, and fear for nothing.
This life is not about this life. This life is about so much more.
I get caught up. Caught up in the mundane. The drama. The depression. The anxiety. The fear. The repetition. The artificial.
I lose sight.
I find myself falling back into thoughts of self destruction, feelings of self pity, and actions that don’t represent who I want to be.
But I am meant for so much more. My story was given to me for a purpose. To help and to serve. To live and to love. To share and to give.
But as long as I sit still, overcome by this world, my story is in vain. And that is not what it is meant to be.
As hard a fight as it may be I have to keep standing up. I have to keep speaking up. I have to keep taking actions that will progress me towards the person I want to be.
And I want to be someone who serves. Who loves. Who gives. Who fights. Who reaches into the deepest darkest corners of this world to bring hope where there was once despair.
I want to be someone who remembers that every single person is fighting a battle. I want to be someone full of compassion and grace.
I want to be someone who shows the world the heart of God.
I want to bring light.