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the story goes that Jesus once told some clever people to ‘be like a child, be like a child, be like a child’ in every moment, in every day, especially when things make no sense, and it was a hard thing for some to hear, even me, with all my hunger for cleverness, for all the ways i have used just to make myself belong.

even me.

and for a long season now i wake each morning with my mouth already searching for more, and more, and more, and the hunger is so big and so different that it would take more words than i own to tell you.

but also, i am being found, over and over and over, and it is like new water and new bread.

me, the one who inhabits this body.

my name in His mouth is ‘beloved, loved, love’.

i have thrown out all my cleverness, some of it was falling apart already because i built it with my own hands in the dark.

i am five years old, again, and barefoot, and i am growing trust in my bones.

there is only one way that will take me home and i have found it.

© Liezel Graham 2025

{work in progress}