thirst

There's something about living in the moment that has me wanting to journal something I've picked up over the course of the day's activities. I remember at the beginning of this year I revised 2012 and made a silent acknowledgement that I was going to live 2013 with no regrets and to never look back. (I can even refer you to a certain instagram post to relive it haha) It was tough to say the least. New year resolutions are made to be easily broken and for the year ahead I'm going to have to stick post it reminders to not jinx it by posting it on social media. It's a little bit early for a recap on the year but why not? I have the attention span of a goldfish unless it comes to Matthew Gray Gubler.

Sunday afternoons are a brief respite after a long week and for someone who tends to takes things for granted I am constantly making mental notes to count my blessings. Today we sat down for coffee and chit-chat and the usual round of topics like relationships and life lessons God is revealing to us everyday came up and somewhere between getting advice on boys to waiting on revelations it dawned upon me how painfully human we are and between now and eternity there is simply so much to work on. I really don't know how to organise my thoughts and put the jumbled mess across succinctly but this has been a really tough time of yearning for something more. This insatiable thirst for bigger, better things keeps me on an edge; giddy with hope. I get so impatient waiting, wishing, wanting but when faced with the challenge of change, I am never ready.

These sleepless nights with eyes wide open and arms flung empty, I can't help but call out for a little bit more faith.