point of view

I've been that girl beating my wings against the bars of grace desperately restless I've been that girl running, running cold hiding away inside myself I've been that girl but it's one step after the other and it's a wrestling gasping mercy drowning in love and it burns white hot because I've always been pursued I've always been hedged in and even when it hurts,  I am held and here I struggle and today, I am so content but even when I find myself wearing through my shoes again on the road, wandering again always I am home. With You.

when you think you've figured it out, take just a little longer there's no prize for quickest prescription. How many time have you thought through these thoughts? Again? Now turn, spin, cast "for every look at yourself take ten looks at Him" you will drown in puzzle pieces, immobilized by this inner monologue unless you let Him in tip that head back in His words the pieces settle into place navel-gazing only trips you and you are not alone this furious wrestling inside takes on meaning only when you see your surroundings horizontal and vertical For He is Author Conceiver  Weaver Creator Planner Lover and sometimes you do need to ask the silly questions. Because you are only really alive when you learn how to love learn how you're loved Because you need to come to the end of yourself to be free There is a fairly recent trend that goes along with or replaces new year's resolutions by chose one word ...