What Happened?
I spent my night alone, drinking wine and reading really old emails that I sent to friends and family back when I was in college (circa 1999-2001).
God was mentioned often in my writings. I asked friends for prayer requests. I even asked my brother for prayer requests. I had fun with people. I wasn’t shy.
Where is that girl? Where is Kat?
I guess it’s time for bed. Time for another day further from where I once was.
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Pobrecita…
I feel that way sometimes too, Kat, especially when I read stuff like you were talking about… same years, too!
I had to come read your blog after Steve’s beautiful comment about you. I’m not going to try to say anything about your post as it sounds like something that hits you very personally. I am sorry you are frustrated though.
Kat, I often feel the same way. Although most of the time I am still the outgoing gal I’ve always been, I find myself asking Peter do “call so and so” or to set up outings or whatever. I think that being married often creates such a sense of comfort and trust that venturing out of it is sometimes hard.
Ouch.
Once again, I can relate. I read old things I have written and I wonder where that girl who was so passionate about God went. I know what it’s like not to recognize yourself anymore.
The sentiment here reminds me of “The Letter” from Andy Osenga’s Souvenirs and Postcards.
I often wonder the same thing… and I’m only 20. Yet, God is good… and forgiving.