Safe

All my life I wanted to feel safe.

Now that I’m safe I crave danger, excitement, the unknown.

Safety doesn’t move me.

Past the Time, Passing Time

I know I should be sleeping but something in me won’t let me. Now I’m in the sofa naked under my baby blanket.

Maybe I ate too much and now I can’t sleep.

Maybe the coffee earlier today is keeping me awake.

I really don’t know? But something is not right in here. You know where your heart is?

Maybe I ate, a whole lot of sadness dark as coffee.

All I am is Yours

I feel like I need Jesus but not because I don’t have him. More like I need Him to guide me yet I’m scared of what He will tell me. I’m not ready for that ultimate sacrifice. Why do I find ways to sabotage my life. I make things extra complicated?

I prefer avoiding things and not attaching myself to something I can lose. Life has a funny thing of coming and trying to screw you from behind.

I stress but truly it doesn’t matter. My body, mind, and soul belongs to Him and the riches of His love will always be enough.