I can't pretend to be something I'm not. This will be serious. (synonymous with boring?) My soul is too heavy and I am feeling too much right now to care.
I'm sitting here with many questions running through my mind, knowing that they won't be answered. I don't know if an answer could help anway. It'd probably be beyond my comprehension. "His ways are not are own". Yet I find comfort in asking; because it reminds me that He has reasons. And that I don't have to do anything but trust. What peace.
In this fallen world there is so much "broken glass". How often we find ourselves cut and bleeding; in desperate need of a Healer to breathe mercy on our wounds.
Nothing tragic happened to me. But sometimes when others are hurt; it hits very close to home. Your heart breaks for them. There is nothing you can do but pray. And hope for someday.
I believe in the rest of the story
I believe there's still ink in the pen
I have wasted my very last day
Trying to change what happened way back when
I believe it's the human condition
We all need to have answers to why
More than ever, I'm ready to that I
Will still sleep peacefully
With answers of reach from me until...
Someday all that's crazy
All that' s unexplained
Will fall into place
And someday all that' s hazy
Through a clouded glass
Will be clear at last
And sometimes we're just waiting
We are born with a lingering hunger
We are born to be unsastified
We are strangers who can't help but wander
And dream about the other side until
...Every unsolved mystery
More than half of every whole
Rests in the Hands that hold you for someday....
Someday when I leave this broken earth and see glory. Someday I will never be sad or sick again. Someday my mom will get to hold Bryson, and we will no longer have to imagine his face. Someday I will fall on my knees before my Savior. Someday I will sing around His throne. Someday I will be able to breathe as deeply as I possibly can, at any given time. Someday I will be home.