I absolutely adore staying up late nights with cody, talking about religion, faith, love, hope, the past and present; especially since lately, i’ve felt a little lost. I try to redeem myself by volunteering as many hours as possible, and working harder, and cleaning more, and loving more, and trying to help out in every way that I can, but I am still missing something, some lingering emptiness that I cannot shake, and I think I know now. I need to find a church I love, a church that makes me feel at home, a church that gives me hope. I have always been a silent believer, keeping my prayers and faith to myself. I’ve tried to find churches that have expressed the same feelings that I do, but so far, none make me feel at ease, so I now have a new goal for myself. Not that I believe, by any means, going to church will make me feel whole, infact, I believe the exact opposite, that hasn’t changed. But, it’s something I want, something I want to be a part of, some missing piece of me that has been wanting to come out. If nothing else, this will be an amazing journey of self discovery for me. Maybe this isn’t my missing piece, but if it is, then I need to find it.
I find myself watching the sky so intently sometimes. I look for airplanes and any form of movement. I search for shapes and constellations, watching for some sort of answer to any questions I might have. I wonder how many people are doing the exact same thing at that very moment, and what they’re thinking about. Every late night car ride on country roads or every warm summer night or cold winter night, my eyes are on the sky.