Inspiration.

A part of me has felt a wee bit artistic the last couple of days. I know a man who writes this amazing poetry, and I felt inspired to write some words. I'm quite proud of this piece, actually. It's more than just my story, I think it's a universal story. I think it's a fairly straightforward message: we are broken and weak as individuals, but become whole again through the love and grace of our Savior. I always appreciate comments and feedback.

She knew.

But in knowing felt uncertain,

Sitting in the space where things are not seen.

And the substance of things hoped for

Insisted on showing up again and again.

So she prayed.

Lifting her voice to Love above her.

Reaching towards comfort, and

Pleading for a simplicity of things, and to

Rest in Comfort’s hand.

And then she dreamed.

In a place where peace dwelled.

Sweet melodies with celestial bodies

Intertwined. Majestically fulfilling and satiating

The deepest yearning for truth.

But then she fell.

Her delicate soul crumbled underneath

The weight of ignorance and controversy.

Her eyes blinded, touch numbed, the savory taste

Of fresh joy turning stale.

Then He reached.

Omnipotent strength, pulling her out of

Darkness that clouded her sight.

Rescuing her small spirit.

Comfort grabbed her hand.

And then He loved.

Omniscient adoration, healing painful wounds

And restoring her senses. His unwavering

Dedication gives her eyes to see her value.

Faith becomes palpable and real.

So they lived.

Communicating in spirit and song.

Thriving. Knowing. Praying. Dreaming.

Her emptiness just a willingness to listen.

In the space where all things are clean.