I find myself on WordPress often leaving the app within minutes because I have nothing to write about. I’m thinking to myself asking why in the world would I have nothing to write if I’m inspired by the patients that walk in and out my office everyday. Then the lightbulb appeared…
Writing doesn’t always have to have the answer, a moral, solution or breakthrough. Ideas just need to be written. Feelings just need to be expressed. Stories just need to be told. All without having to end – with a result. Can I end a novel while my character is falling from the sky not mentioning that She landed on a safety cushion. Can She just fall? Can She just fly?
The more I learn, the more I read, the more I see, I realize I just don’t know the answers. I don’t know it all. I don’t know much, period. All I know how to do is be kind. To treat people understanding that they’re going through something I might never know about. I only know how to give you scripture of encouragement. Don’t count on me to speak on your sin. I could only tell you how much God loves you. I can’t tell you about you. I don’t even know you.
I don’t consider myself the ideal Christian anymore. What is ideal? A perfect person? Not I. Can I just love Christ for what He’s done for me. Can I just ask Him to guide me on my day to day? To see my best efforts and turn blind to my faults? Can I just love people because it changes their hearts from stone to flesh? Can I give hope to humanity without feeling pressure on portraying this “standard” of biblical perfection?
If you read this far looking for closure on this piece. I’m sorry. But I’d have to leave you here.
It's Kenyuh 