Each one of us is a unique and unrepeatable miracle of God’s grace.
But I do not always feel like a unique and unrepeatable miracle of God’s grace. More often I behave as though God puts up with me because He made me and now He is stuck with me.
I'm posting over at Deeper Story today. You can read the rest of the post there.
Jun 22, 2012
Jun 13, 2012
You find me
In broken hearts and deep empty places.
In long nights in a bed meant for one, wishing there were two.
In rainbows on days that feel like thunder.
When the lightning frightens with
Each.
And.
Every.
Strike.
I find You.
No.
No.
You find me.
On days I cannot find myself.
On days I cannot see hope.
On days I cannot do anything but wish for eternity now because isn't that better than now.
You find me.
In long nights in a bed meant for one, wishing there were two.
In rainbows on days that feel like thunder.
When the lightning frightens with
Each.
And.
Every.
Strike.
I find You.
No.
No.
You find me.
On days I cannot find myself.
On days I cannot see hope.
On days I cannot do anything but wish for eternity now because isn't that better than now.
You find me.
Labels:
big life processing stuff,
loneliness,
Relationship,
truth
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