look at you, tender, warring soul, dragging your people into the presence of God, always hopeful for a sign that things are going to change for them, and for you, but for the pressing crowds, and the noise, and the way in which your heart is weary.
listen, you are only afraid.
that’s what happens when your bones are afraid of losing someone your love is planted in.
do you think God doesn’t know the shape of fear?
remember Who you are asking this of, remember why you are asking for it.
these things matter.
they are compass when you grow tired.
listen, do not give up.
things are alive in your mouth and your words are already in the crook of God’s neck.
you are only tired and much-afraid.
send word to God of these new developments.
say your please and your thank-you and your brazen amen.
then go and live your life in the shadow of His wings.
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{words for you, if you hold big prayers for people whom you love, and your heart is tired. it’s ok. tuck that onto that big prayer and let them be. whatever it is, God is bigger}
