Some days there just are no words, even for me.
I'm not happy, yet I'm not unhappy. I'm not sad. I don't want to be around people, but I don't want to be alone. I want to talk but I don't want to say anything. It's like it would be so much better if someone could just do the Vulcan mind meld and touch my head and see what I want to say. I am just empty. My spiritual life is blah. I know He's there. I know they're all there. But, I don't feel much. I know, it's just another valley. And, I'm okay with that. It just get's a little lonely spiritually.
I miss Mema. I miss my mom, I miss my sister. I wish my brother would talk to me. But, these are things, like many others that I have no control over.
I can tell you this. He is working something with me (as always). And, as usual, I don't know what it is. But, I am here, and I am listening. Whenever He feels like talking.
Until next time,
pray for my friend Sharon who lost her Grandmother.