It’s always this huge ordeal - what I’m doing with my life, where I’m going, who I’ll be with.  And I’m this person that is scrambling around until the very last minute because I’m not God and I don’t know what to do next.  Or what to say.

And then there’s God who sweeps me off my feet.  He’s always holding my hand, walking with me, and calling for my attention.  Because He already knows where my life is headed.  And there’s nothing more comforting than an all-knowing, omniscient sovereign Lord that is always with me.

Pillow marks on my face - 
pointed out so quickly and precisely that I wonder
why you haven’t stopped to rejoice in my
successful sleep at all

Hour by hour, you murder my sleep
infest and devote yourself to torturing me
with nothing to go on but softened stares and
indecent nuggies

Peace
I come and beg for peace

I need to feed myself lies until this wears off.

Humility strikes you when your famous meatballs that you’ve made time and time again end up a slosh of meat and a complete failure.

Oh my gosh I put my identity in meatballs.

I need to get a life.

There is no other identity I need than in Christ!

and sometimes, we do not even call at all.

sometimes we change our minds.  in the places 

so quick to say no?

think again; i think you will find

something.more..

i don’t know why i want it so bad.

or why i don’t want it. at. all.

It’s too soon to tell.

God knows.  

His sister said we were made for each other.

But not yet.

I cannot wait to tell you “always”.  Of course.  It wouldn’t be any other way.

It took a tube of lipstick 
a palette of panoramic details
and a billion of sighs that wouldn’t budge
to come to the point where Denny’s billboards
felt like hope and flailing arms into the right
nook, the right cranny, during an honest moment
wasn’t doing the trick anymore

It took lackadaisical contemplation to realize
I’ll be waiting here a while

While I decompose and become
landfill