world won’t topple me

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

Fmf: rest.

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.