anniej94
I used to get Yoga Journal magazines. I hoped to find some sort of guidance about something I was so passionate about. I liked to dissolve into the articles and poses to not have to come to terms with the emptiness in my soul. Now, I still do yoga, but no longer with the purpose of finding myself. It is a moving meditation on that which is greater than myself.
I refuse to be mediocre. I refuse to settle for less. God, I desire to give you one hundred percent. Not ninety, not even ninety-nine. For abundant peace, joy, and love is found in your presence. Why do I tarry? My flesh is still trying to find satisfaction in that which will never fill the God-shaped hole in my heart.
Today my last first day of school. I don't know how I feel about it yet. I helped freshmen get to their classes, and hugged many people I hadn't seen over the summer. I was in a daze, though, and lacked the motivation to be excited about the upcoming year, or what will follow.
I'm endeared to You, and I desire to see Your face. How spectacular an event that would be, to meet You face to face. To behold that which encompasses love.