Running.
Practice.
Doctor appointments.
Leadership positions.
Meetings outside of work.
Social media.
Netflix.
Mom’s night out.
Pedicures/Manicures.
Massages.
Church.
Volunteering.
Counseling.
Mentoring.
Work.
Laundry.
Kids.
Dinner.
Errands.
So.
Much.
Running.
Into
Exhaustion.
Sadness.
Depression.
Anxiety.
Lonliness.
Isolation.
Darkness.
Hiding From Life
People
God
Expecting something new when really we are so far in the pit.
So far gone.
Somewhere my priorities changed. Somewhere my need to be important swallowed me up into this life I’m currently living. Somewhere. Somehow. Life spun out of control.
But Where?
Where did I spiral?
What caused my spiral?
and
What do I do now?
Is it too late?
Am I Even Worth It?
I have a pulse.
God is filling my lungs.
I have a purpose.
But what about….
But what if….
But they know I DID this…. and SAID that… and WAS this way.
Will they ever see me separate of my past?
When will justice be served?
When will they finally get it?
When? Lord, My God, When? Are you there, God?
My darling Child.
Take your downtrodden eyes and lift them to Me.
Let me wipe Your tears.
Let me soothe your discomfort.
Give Me Your Hand.
Walk With Me.
I won’t go fast. We’ll take our time.
Let’s Talk about Where.
That calendar of yours, Dearest Child, is yours.
Not mine.
I’m not on that calendar. Except as a check off box for church.
Why.
My Dearest Child, You Forgot.
Me.
Instead of Me, My Child,
It became all about You.
Your performance.
Your image.
Your priorities.
Not Mine.
Now.
Hold My Hand.
Breathe in Grace.
Exhale Peace.
Rest.
Check those priorities.
Keep them in alignment with Me.
I will not FORSAKE YOU
Nor Leave you.
I will not burn like a twig
Or your calendar.
I give everlasting life.
Not your image.
I give peace, prosperity, and desires of your heart.
Not shame.
Not condemnation.
Not burden.
My child You Have A Pulse.
You Have My Breath in your lungs.
You Have A Purpose.
You Are
Worth It
After all I
Sent My One And Only Son
whoever believes in him
Shall Not
Perish
But Have
Eternal Life.
