I'm On My Way

So I'm pretty sure I need to sit down and write a blog post. It's been too long and I've literally tried to write over the past few weeks four or five times. Forgive me, then, if this post seems a bit forced but I feel like I have something I need to say, something that needs to move past my fingers and into a concrete reality.

Do you ever feel like that, dear reader? Like there is something inside you that needs to be expressed and that, somehow, in expressing what is inside, you might just be able to understand it a little better? And in understanding that part of you, you might understand the whole of you better. In understanding the whole of you better, you might be able, if even for a second, to see something beyond yourself. You might even be able to get a glimpse into the divine. Anyway, that's how I feel right now.

So please excuse me if my thoughts are a bit muddled. I'm still a pilgrim along the path to where I am going. Sometimes I see life like what Paul Simon wrote "I'm on my way, I don't know where I'm going". That's life lived in perpetual transition. I've not yet arrived. I am a student. I live in an apartment with some roommates. I hope that's not the definition of arriving. But I also hope I have some concept of where I am going.

I hope I am looking for my Father in all the places I find myself. In a story. In a song. In a conversation. In a night at work. I count everything as a victory if I can get a better picture of where I am going and Who I am going toward. I hope that in life, in love and in the pursuit of the One I'm headed toward I can somehow, someway experience, even in these ordinary moments, a glimpse, a glimmer or a ray of light that tells me to keep moving. What I am has yet to be revealed but I have a promise that keeps me moving. Jesus told me he'd never leave me. He knows where he is taking me and that's good news, even when I feel more like Paul Simon than the Apostle Paul.