The rambling writer

So I'm writing again. I'm not sure why. God hasn't really given me anything to say and I quite frankly don't feel led to say something profound and I don't know that I could be profound right now if I even tried. I don't know why I'm writing. I wish I could bring you a message of hope. Of peace. Of boldness. I wish I could enlighten you with words that have been given to me by the one that we worship. The one that we claim to live our lives for. The one we call King. Yet tonight I don't have one of those messages. I don't have sage words of wisdom for a fallen generation. I don't have a deep philosophical purpose for writing tonight. Honestly, I don't know why I am still typing. Maybe it's out of a sense of duty, maybe a sense of searching. Maybe I just didn't know what else to do with how I'm feeling right now. I have no idea why I'm writing. I have no idea why I feel the way that I feel. I don't always have the answers to bring to the people through this medium. Maybe that's why I'm writing this. Because for once, the fact that I don't know the answers, is ok with me.