How does one start over?
A blank slate.
A fresh start.
Bare and empty, white space waiting to be filled with thoughts, ideas, memories, dreams, hopes and prayers.
While the new is filled with the promise and excitement of the unknown, the old is longed for.
There is something comforting and welcoming in the familiar.
Such a familiar battle we enter each day.
With eternity in our hearts, we fight against the longing for the everlasting unknown, and the desire to live in and cling to the temporal, ordinary comforts of this earth.
My heart knows this conflict all too well.
Daily, I struggle to balance life here on this earth with life in eternity.
So many things take me prisoner and hold me captive to this dust and dirt beneath my feet.
Things, people, desires, dreams.
And not all these things are bad. Some are great- amazing, actually!
Yet, it doesn't feel right.
I feel unsettled.
"This world is not my home" is about the only way I can describe it.
Yet, here I am.
On this dust and dirt.
Trying to make sense of longing for eternity while I hold so tightly to every earthly comfort I can grasp.
So here I go.
This is my journey.
To starting fresh.
Sometimes not by our own choice.
With the past taken from us to remind us that we do need to let go, not hold so tightly to what has been, but to reach with open palms out for what is to come.
*In case any of you are wondering, I accidentally deleted my previous blog. I shed some tears over my memories lost and am now moving on.
