We can agree
this playlist takes me
all the way back to sitting
in my mom’s childhood room,
arranging and rearranging these songs I
needed to voice
grief I had words for, but never
felt like home. I needed to be carried
away, set down, told everything will be
okay. It will
be okay. And the strange thing is, I still
need that today. That place, her coming
to check on me, call me for chili, made
me feel loved in ways I still don’t
understand. I didn’t know that summer
would be it. The last time I’d aww
This week has had one of those starts that makes me want to cry with gratitude at how God loves me and carries on with watching how he loves others. Protects. And everything feels fragile and overwhelming. And I’ve watched myself just be stunned and lost and speaking words that are filled with gratitude. And some not so helpful.
But God. He doesn’t let go. Ever. Ever. He gives glimpses of where I’ve been and how in that time, it was dark, lonely, confusing, aching, but He was and still is working everything out for good.
And I’m holding on to that tight today. And everyday until I see light.