Yet, as I sit here this afternoon after being released for spring break, I feel let down. I'm a mailman without mail to deliver for a week and a half now. A painter with no paint for ten days. I haven't consistently attended church since my senior year of high school in 1994. I can't bring myself to act entertained by the weekly church thing now.
Practical advice is relevant.
Ecclesiastes and Proverbs have been great. I started a quest to try and figure out who I was in high school. I'm still searching. Realizing what I'm writing is making me somewhat sick. Twenty five and weary of whining about lack of direction.