Saturday night and the moon is out.

There are times when my heart feels and I can't quite put into words what the emotions are. It's this passionate feeling...like I want to go run until I feel the seaweed under my feet and the waves crashing around my legs. I'm not great at expressing myself with words, or verbally anyway. And I wish that I could articulate beautifully my thoughts. Instead they come out like jumble...like a mess of tongue tied rambling about nothing...or everything. Why I like writing. I probably have like 5 readers, on a good day. And they probably all know how silly and ridiculous I am already. Am I the only one who sits around on a Saturday afternoon wishing she could be on top of a mountain somewhere or walking with my feet in the sand, or feeling the wind on my face riding on a boat on water...somewhere, anywhere. I don't know if it's because when I'm in these places I can feel God...or maybe it's because I just had nothing to do today. What could I have done today, that was purposeful, full of passion? I vacuumed. I washed my sheets and I read out on the deck for a few minutes. Contemplating life. What next? What is God trying to teach me, or maybe He's just wanting my full attention on Him.

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