Saturday, March 8th, 2008...11:50 am
Thirteen questions (and a plea)
I’ve been wrestling with a lot of identity issues and insecurities lately. I’ve invited them all to run amuck in my mind. Among them:
Who am I? What are ways in which I hurt others? What do I need to change about myself–and what things can I stand confidently in? Am I a bad student, boyfriend, leader, bro, son?
Then these questions invite their friends over:
Where will I be in a year? What are my passions? How do I navigate the tension between doing what I love and doing what’s right and doing what’s safe (not that they’re mutually exclusive)? Will one come at the expense of the others? Can I mature and still have dreams?
And soon it becomes a Veritable Reunion:
Is it healthy to let some relationships taper off–even before it’s time to say goodbye? Am I emotionally distant or am I just trying to cope? How do you sew a button onto a shirt? Who will I know in a year?
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Hey, God. I just want to know that you love me.







