Don't You Know Who You Are?

Buckle up, kids. This one's gonna be a bumpy ride.

I'm lost.

I'm stuck.

I don't know what I'm doing anymore.

I lost track of myself and just...everything and I have no clue when it happened.

I'm bitter and hurt and sad and angry.

At everybody.

At nobody.

I like to mope and grovel and pretend that my life is a heck of a lot worse than it is.

But when it comes down to it....I don't know who I am anymore.

Somewhere along the line, in the mix of trying to figure out what I want to do, where I want to go to college...of wanting to get the heck out of town and never look back and wanting to stay here, in my room, with my cat and my blanket and never leave...of being bitter and angry that he chose her over me...I lost myself.

And I wandered.

I wandered so far from God.

I tried to define myself.

But I've already been defined.

I am not defined by what I do, who I am, or what I have given to God. I am defined by what God has done for and given to me.

And that?

That takes the world off of my shoulders.