This is exactly my problem right now. I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT I AM LOOKING FOR!
Never mind that the Mennonites use the dirty trick of using “my” psalm to make their point. I can assure you that I am in no way going to “cry louder”, at least not where anybody can hear me . . .
and just because I said that I was going to “define” my angst (well, I didn’t say that–I said that the above article had defined it for me . . . but I’m trying to be funny. not so much, huh?) ANYWAY, here’s the dictionary definition . . . and now I’m even MORE “angst-ridden” because this just isn’t quite the right word. Philosophical anxiety, perhaps, but not about the world, or about personal freedom. But then I’m left with “bored”/”restless”/”dissatisfied” and I end up sounding super-whiny. sigh . . .
n : an acute but unspecific feeling of anxiety; usually reserved for philosophical anxiety about the world or about personal freedom
One thought on “leave it to the mennonites, or, my angst, defined.”
I have a feeling that you may have already found what you are looking for and maybe don’t realize it… Maybe you’re now to help others find what they are looking for.
Really, does anybody *truly* know what they are on earth to do? Max Lucado’s book “In the Eye of the Storm” suggests we should respect who GOD is and to stop applying for his position…
I wish I could tell you not to worry so much, but I will go one step beyond, and I will tell you that I am not worried about you, I know you are in good hands. I hope that comes across the RIGHT way, the caring and loving way.
Seriously, I am not being a jack@$$…