Even as I cry holding the danimal yogurt close
To my lips – I hear you say
Be thankful for this, my child.
It will be okay. You will smile again- I promise. Come, rest.
And I stand, feeling weak. I need
You, Abba. I need Your hand to
remind what is to spin and laugh
As if the cares of this w
I did a lot of crying yesterday. I felt like at any moment, i was going to burst into a million pieces over friends pain, my own pain. Everything made me just want to sit and cry. I don’t understand why even the smallest thing makes me want to cry, unless God is breaking me open to his love. So gently, too.
Sitting still to be loved is hard.