Completely bored

and cynical. How can I not be?

I’m in what I would like to call an…Ecclesiastical mood. Nothing is fulfilling. How depressing. How pathetic. Friends, family, work, play, sleep, I fosake it all and walk away to walk into purpose. I need a battle to fight, a cause to win, a hopeless to restore or I lose any and all reason for living.

Where is my need? I have everything and nothing. Even love is fleeting if it means nothing in the end. If God were God for only a lifetime He would not be God! If love is the only good thing in this life, and it ends in death why is it precious? Why is it good? It isn’t! If love is binded by our time on this horrid, broken Earth…then it is nothing beyond illogical lust and instinct.

Sacrifice is expected of us. To give what I have. All. I am the rich man Jesus spoke to. I am also the woman at the well.

Take hold of hope, and drink from the well that will quench your eternal thirst.