One thing
(and maybe one thing only)
That I’m sure of
Is that you’re there.
But there are lacerations on my heart and holes in my soul. My words, accidental prayers, float into unoccupied space. Should I fall in a hole, I’d like to be picked up, though it seems I keep laying there wishing.
So…what now?
I don’t have an offering other than my tortured self and broken faith but I can sing you this shattered hallelujah.
Maybe it will be enough.
Advertisements
And may that give you peace…
Oddly, it does
Excellent! Here’s a high five to that!
Whole ten!
So, so true! Sometimes, that is all we can offer! I am so thankful that He is good, whether I FEEL like He is or not.
I’m always so glad to see you on here! Thanks for reading, love!
Singing is always good…..
If word press had a love button I’d hit it a million times
Very pretty!
Thank you, as always :)
I took the time to really explore your blog, I like your writing. Welcome 😊
Way to make my Tuesday bright :)
😊