this is a hurting place.

my heart is craving words, my brain desperately trying to engage again. to breathe some life into this place that feels so hopeless.

life becomes too much to comprehend. too much to focus my thoughts and put words onto paper, and im missing the freedom in creativity. ive written so little in so long, that i hardly know where to begin. my humble musings on life have all of a sudden become overblown by reality.

who could have known life could be so painful. im looking into darkness, not knowing where god is in this, or how to even begin to try and find him amidst this mess.

...like babies in their mothers' wombs, and we look almost into darkness, and all we can do is trust that we are held and carried, and that we are known.