oh, you know, its okay to need this.
"Oh, God, be my everything, be my delight.
Be, Jesus, my glory. My soul’s satisfied."
i am Your child, beloved.
all of my days, my future is laid
in Your promise, Jesus.
to the end of the age,
i am not alone or forgotten.
so i will not worry or fret.
When you have to trust God… again.
My dad has worked his whole life to make things better. He takes care of people. There was never a night that I stayed out too late that he was not awake, waiting for me. He never fails to ask what he can do for someone else, whether it be picking up frozen peas for my roommate or remodeling a house for a pastor. He shows up every time. This is who he is.
I get this from him… this need to take care of things. And at twenty-two years old, I am learning how to be responsible.
Sometimes, If I am not worried, I fear I am failing to take care of things and be responsible. So I worry a lot. To the point of tears and paralysis, often.
"‘It is finished.’ May those words land on your bones for the nights when fear tells you that the cross was a beginning, and you must finish grace."
You, me, and everyone we know.
Somebody tell me where God lives because if God is truth, God doesn’t live here. — Andrea Gibson
I am slowly learning how to live a quiet life. That said, words are truly the only way that I know how to meet with the Good One, and so this is my altar. This is how I reach up, and one of the ways that I know to reach out. Sometimes, I cannot come in peace, so I come in the only other way I know how, which is in pieces. It takes strength to be weak. I write because I believe in the Bride. I write because what I want to do, I cannot muster the courage to do, but what mindsets and behaviors I don’t want, I find myself addicted to. We could all be so much better. Things can be different, if we choose.