Some days are just blah. I feel so little motivation to do anything. To be anything. I'm probably a total drag to be around on these days. Everything seems futile. Just empty.
This deep longing within points to the fact that life isn't what it was meant to be. My heart knows where it wants to be but wastes life on worthless things. It's this tension between life as it is and life as it should be.
Tomorrow's Easter. How I so desperately want to be alive. How desperately Jesus wants to give life. What else, besides love, would bring him to spill his blood for me. And Who else could rise again, winning over sin and death forever, but Jesus. So with him I will walk out of the tomb into new life. The tomb that could not keep him in. It's empty.
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