We enter into the wedding season... Pinterest is full of images of merry couples, beautiful wedding gowns, breath-taking centerpieces... Facebook is full of uploaded pics of engagement rings and status updates of wedding preparation progresses.
I, myself, am in my roommate's wedding at the end of the month, which is the same day as my closest friend's wedding (long story), and my cousin's wedding has now been chosen to be on that very same day across the world in the Motherland.
Amidst all of this, I'm in a total limbo state. Needing to be happy for others while helping with preparations, while deep down inside, I'm still grieving over my first breakup which occurred 5 1/2 weeks ago (but feels like it happened 5 months ago); I'm also in the process of getting a job (this month) as I await graduation from grad school in May, which feels like forever away; and I am studying for my national boards to be licensed and the state law exam (although I have no idea which state I will be practicing in); and racking up required intern hours to forward to the state board.
Life feels like a mess. I feel like a mess. Nothing feels stable. Grasping at straws and air on a daily basis. When did the rug get pulled from under me...? Feels like it must have been a while ago.
Been listening to a lot of Shane & Shane lately, including their older albums on Spotify. Fell in love with the song called "Over The Sun". I think it's talking about how Solomon, the wisest man in history, means that we should store up treasures in Heaven and not to make earthly idols out of the things of this world expecting those things to bring us satisfaction because in the end, it is all temporary; but God's love is everlasting.
Sitting around the fireplace
With a friend who's been through it allSolomon, wisest one, tell me what you have foundUnder the sun, under the sun
He answered, "Get overGet over, get over the sunGet over, get over, get over the sunWhere life is hidden"
And then he put on a somber faceTalked about how the rich man will wasteAway in the ground where the poor man is foundPainted up like a clown under the sun, under the sun
He answered, "Get overGet over, get over the sunGet over, get over, get over the sun"
Soon you'll be doneA life spent on some shiny GodWho leaves you empty
Get over, get over, get over the sunGet over, get over, get over the sun
