My Journal is the place where I write down nearly everything. It’s the place where I’m gut level honest, where I’m my most real and vulnerable. This is a poem I wrote in November of last year and I would love to share with you guys. So here’s a poem from my journal:
My life feels like a mess,
Ripping apart at the seams.
I’ve lost control and that scares me
But what if it was always meant to be like this.
What if life is meant to be a beautiful mess
So that God can help me clean it
In due time
Messes can be beautiful.
They’re part of the process,
The process of becoming beautiful.
I want to fix the mess so badly
But by doing that will I not ruin the beauty
That comes as a result of the mess?
This is a new season,
The hardest I’ve ever faced.
How am I supposed to trust when I can’t see or feel.
But is that not what faith is?
I know He exists but I want more.
I want to fully experience Him for myself.
I want to feel His love, to feel His presence
I cannot be content with where I am.
I need more, I want more of Him!