I need to
Let go
Of control
And believe
That I’m
Not too old
To dream
It’s okay
To dream big
And hope
Even as
Man laughs
I need to
Let go
Of control
And believe
That I’m
Not too old
To dream
It’s okay
To dream big
And hope
Even as
Man laughs
If I’ve been shown anything this week is that stepping away from connectedness with others, has brought me to charge inward. I’ve enjoyed summer popsicles, reading books over and over again, and seeking childlike joy as if I’d won the lottery. As I’m being retaught daily, Jesus directs. I follow. I no longer have answers. I’m not to seek them. Seeking them is detrimental to my health.
To question: Desired. To answer: Insanity
Have no words
But a one
Heartbroken
I’ve learned
Not to
Ask why
Even as
The tears
Have no
Place to
Go
But up
Sometimes God you use my pain to teach me. It seems only in my pain am I solely focused on You. The news has left me sick, but that is not where you want my attention. You know the mental and physical anguish I’ve held. You want me to release it. It is the anchor on my neck that paralyzes. I need to trust that whatever man may do, you supersede. Man fails while Your love does not.
I have no more words. You don’t need them. You desire my heart. And my obedience. Surrender, why is it so hard. Stop doing things the American way. Do it The God Way.
Love yourself and one another.
Regine
Little joys
Cantaloupe from the garden
Unexpected gifts
Good sleep
Fresh salads
Yoga
Your turn?
Lord,
My soul
Is a broken
Bunch of pieces
I no longer
Know what
To believe
You are the
Only being
That doesn’t
Forsake
Even as
I question
As I doubt
As I rage
At a world
I no longer
Understand
Remind me
Of Who
You are
As I continue
To cling to
The robe
That changes lives