The Restless Sojourner

Born into a world that is not my own,
Desperately longing to be called home.
My heart is restless in this foreign place,
But there is work to do; and I will run this race.

Until my last year of high school, I had kept my writing mostly to myself, for various reasons. In that year, a good man who I had never met before paused on his way to the pulpit to ask me if I wrote, and to tell me not to stop – that it was a gift.
Since that day I have often wanted to stop. Self doubt is a poison I know the taste of all too well.

It has seemed pointless for me to write (other than to relieve my mind of the incessant thoughts swimming through it every day) and it has sometimes found disapproval with people I care about.
I have deleted blog pages, removed posts, and even removed followers in times of insecurity. I have told myself that it is wise to keep one’s thoughts to themselves. And often, I have wondered why I would bother to try and speak over the millions of other voices out there today on the internet; why I would add to the noise.
Yet in those times, God is gracious enough to prompt me and encourage me in another way to continue doing what He has told me to, and what I love.

Though I may be unable to see the purpose of this creative outlet, I trust that it is shaping me for wherever the Spirit may lead me; and that He will guide me to continually refine the skills He has given. And I hope that along the way, it can inspire, help, challenge, and grow others in pursuit of Truth, Love, and Life.

‘—but they saw them and welcomed them from afar, and they confessed that they were strangers and sojourners on the earth. For those who say such things make it clear that they are seeking a homeland.’
Heb 11:13-14

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