the retreat was good. thanks for praying.
i guess it only makes sense that i left the weekend with more questions than answers like,
- what do i want?
- who shall i be? who am i becoming?
- what do i want my life to look like?
- how does God fit into all of this? does he? do i want him to?
or maybe that’s irony.
either way, these questions seem so melodramatically existential. like some adolescent cliche. maybe dashboard confessional should write a song about me or something. that would be pretty cool. but i think as i wrote these questions down throughout the course of the weekend, i realize i never thought through those… and they seem like questions worth wrestling over.