Journal of a Journey

Disconnected…Yet Connected

Have you ever felt so disconnected from yourself that you’re not even aware of what you’re feeling?

I think that’s where I am in life right now. It probably started happening slowly over time, but this overwhelming feeling of detachment feels like it came out of nowhere.

It could be my fear of leaving the job that continues to drain me. Or it could be that my patience is running low while waiting for my community in Christ.

Or possibly the fear of my dog having to have another surgery.

Or could it be the grief I’ve suppressed as I watch my young mother fight the hardest health battle yet? Dementia is a heartbreaking disease.

Life hits all at once sometimes.

But that’s okay, because despite feeling things I can’t quite explain, I’m amazed at how far I’ve come and how far God has brought me.

Although I feel disconnected from myself, I don’t feel disconnected from Him. I have faith that when I’m ready to make the move, God will put me in a position to continue being successful as He always has. I truly believe that in His time, He will bless me with a community in Christ that is beyond what I could have imagined. I know that I am blessed to have the means to get my dog the help she needs and that she will recover and continue to live a full and happy life. And I am grateful that after having cancer 4 times, strokes, and seizures, I still have my mother here with me. I can still call her. I can still hug her. And although things are different now, I can still share laughs and memories with her.

That’s the crazy thing about having a relationship with God and recognizing Jesus Christ as my Lord and Savior. No matter what I’m going through, I automatically think about the good. I find the blessing in everything and question how He’s using my circumstances to help me grow.

I’m learning that experiencing emotional numbness does not mean that I’m failing spiritually.

Faith and exhaustion can coexist.

I’m still human. And right now, I’m dealing with the very human feeling of having faith yet being tired and just not knowing what to do next.

So, I find myself here. Writing. Releasing. With no real intention behind this post.

Just a young Christian trying to figure out life and letting strangers read my journal.

“Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest.” – Matthew 11:28

Journal of a Journey

The Disobedient Void

For someone who considers themselves old school, I’ve sure acted like pen and paper don’t exist. All it took was a broken laptop to give me an excuse to disobey God and not write. Clearly, a choice.

My last full post spoke about not ignoring the nudge to write. And within days of writing it, the screen on my laptop went out, and ignoring the nudge is exactly what I’ve done for the past four to five months. Not sure if it was a test from God, one that I clearly failed, or if it was the enemy’s attempt to stand in the way of what God called me to do.

If it were a test from God, the results of my failure are heavily felt. It could have been an opportunity for me to show true discipline and growth. Instead, I gave up easily when challenged. This failure just shows that I am human and I am still being refined.

If it was indeed the enemy’s attempt to distance me from God, well, “shame on me”, because I know better. I question why we as humans so easily cooperate with what’s meant to stop us? For me, this is a lesson to reflect a bit more on what’s happening in any given situation.

Either way, I haven’t been writing. I haven’t been creating. And overall, my disobedience has left me feeling empty.

Life isn’t bad. I still live my life for Christ and feel His presence around me day to day. I’m blessed beyond measure, and I am grateful for every aspect of my life. But when I choose not to use the gift that God has given me, a part of me remains empty.

I am honestly not sure what I’ll be writing. It might just continue to be a journal of my journey. One where I share poetry and talk about my life with Christ.

As I’ve continued to grow in Christ, I’ve still wanted to share His word with the world. But being as shy as I am, I haven’t been able to do so verbally just yet. I see so many sharing the love of God, and I’ve wondered, “Where do I fit into all of that?”

This question has lingered in my mind for months.

And then today, despite not having posted anything in months, I get an email that states someone liked a blog post and subscribed.

And as I read the email, I realized that my gift is how I shall serve the body of Christ, just as God designed.

But this time, I pray that I can remain consistent.

So far, I’ve spent 2026 focusing on stewardship. Stewardship of my body, of my home, of my job, of my finances, of my family, etc.

It’s time I truly take on stewarding the gift that God has given me once and for all. An unused gift isn’t just wasted; it leaves a void. Not just in me, but within the body of Christ.

And it’s a void I pray to fill.

“Each of you should use whatever gift you have received to serve others, as faithful stewards of God’s grace in its various forms.” – 1 Peter 4:10