I'm not my past.
Nor am I my mistakes. It comforts me to know I can still dream of a better future...need to face up and be honest with they self and acknowledge I need to realign my dreams accurately.
I have a lot to get off my chest and pray God will provide me the platform.
A safe and allowing platform, where the depths of my heart are spoken and not judged.
It's time to believe I'm better than this... the old feelings of yesterday have been left behind.
Is it so hard to get a caring, attentive ear?
That will not just hear me but listen to the soft murmurs of my heart.
Will it end? Will it be 100% okay again or is this my life forever...
Tip-toeing around my weaknesses, hoping I don't slip.
Looking in and not understanding what's going on?
Trying to fit into a safe mould but
my limbs, choked by fear are dangling over the edges.
I get so confused. Confused at the storm in my heart... that actually, just maybe, I don't know what's going on.
What I live, is it what I believe?
Why are the lures to death so appealing but those that give life are an uphill climb?
Why is the grasp of sin so easy to capture but that of freedom requires buckets of tears?
It sometimes feels like I'm watching everything unfold before me, the condition of my heart, the trails of my mind, the extension of my hand.
He is faithful. He is true. He is honest.
I need Him at every turn.
