It’s probably best I don’t say much. Its part frustration, part disappointment, with a smidgen off irritation thrown in just for good measure. And confusion. I’m confused. Mixed signals aren’t better than no signal at all.
Yeah. Frustrated.
It’s probably best I don’t say much. Its part frustration, part disappointment, with a smidgen off irritation thrown in just for good measure. And confusion. I’m confused. Mixed signals aren’t better than no signal at all.
Yeah. Frustrated.
And I didn’t even get kissed.
I’ve forgotten what chocolate ice cream tastes like.
Obviously I’m stubborn and more than a little thick headed. I’m eager for God to reveal His great plan for my life because lately, I’m just not getting it. I’m tired, I’m frustrated, I’m lonely, and I’m growing impatient. Does He want me to get mad? Does He want me to get fired up? What am I supposed to be doing? What am I missing? There’s a point out there somewhere that’s just not reaching me.
I feel like I’m just spinning my wheels, moving from one day to the next, not making much of a difference with anything that I’m doing. On Tuesdays, I do the same thing that I do every single Tuesday. On Wednesdays, I do the same thing that I do every single Wednesday. I’m stuck in this loop, halfway afraid I’ll never make it off and halfway afraid of what would happen if I jumped.
Don’t tell me life is what happens while you wait. I’m tired of that line. I’m tired of all the same reasons, justifications, and excuses. I’m tired of everything getting me nowhere. I’m restless and irritated most of the time. I feel highly productive yet utterly useless all at once.
There’s gotta be something more
Gotta be more than this
I need a little less hard time
I need a little more bliss
I’m gonna take my chances
Taking a chance I might
Find what I’m looking for
There’s gotta be something more
–Sugarland
I’m saving a place for you. If you look hard at this picture of me and the kids, you’ll notice it’s right there next to me. I can see you there as I lean back into you. I have a set of keys to my car sitting in the bottom of my jewelry box. I didn’t realize when I had them made that they would be slid on your key ring one day. That empty chair at the head of the dinner table? It’s yours too. I’ve saved it.
Underneath the bathroom cabinet are two empty baskets and inside the medicine cabinet, one of the shelves is cleared off. The top of my dresser is usually piled with a stack of folded laundry, but the space is waiting to be reclaimed.
The tool box is all yours. I’ve never known what to do with that anyway & most of the things in there are still brand new. I’m sorry I sold the lawn equipment…no lawn anymore!
I’m looking forward to Sunday mornings filled with warm pancakes and mugs filled with steaming coffee as we get ready for church. I can close my eyes and see you sitting on the second row, waiting for me to come down from the choir loft. That afternoon nap when lunch is over? Sure, no problem.
I wish now you’d find me.