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Scarred and limping,

Struggling within to illuminate the 1st command of "let there be light, "

She wonders, "How could God use a speckled lamb like me?"

Don't You want the one without a spot or blemish?

I know I don't qualify,

Yet You clean me up and use me.

❤️Starting over can be tough. It means erasing the hard work and throwing away the time you spent creating and developing. But just as shedding dead weight can lead to growth, sometimes letting go can lead to elevation. Just know that the only mistake we can make in our journey is letting fear call the shots.

Her anxiety was replaced with peace.

Her longing for romance was replaced with intentional time of self care and love.

At the pinnacle moment of her life, she's resting.

In the storm, she sleeps.

You tell me to walk on the waters with you.

In fact, you tell me that I'm already there.

You telling me that the waters won't drop me- just be where my feet are and don't skip ahead.

You tell me I am Your Child, and that what I see is not all there is.

You tell me to keep the faith and to be present.

You tell me to walk on the waters with You.

Being a soon-to-be graduate, I find myself worrying about what the future holds for me. Such a question can be consuming lead to fear and stress; however, seeing that life doesn't "start" after milestones. I'm learning that life is as simple following God's lead and the journey is now- not "one day."

For some writing is a chore, and sometimes, it feels that way even to writers. The relationship between you and what you love isn’t always perfect. That's where effort comes in.

Yesterday is done.

Tomorrow is always hours away.

All we have is today.

In trying to appreciate my life for what it is instead of worrying about "what it could be," I try to be present in every moment. I don't always get it right, but trying is better than staying stagnant because progess is always sure to come to those in pursuit.

Poetry Overview:

In a land of darkness, Sovi has learned to survive the night's terrors. However, today is different. A sliver of light has peaked from the horizon. This poem explores how hesitant one becomes to embrace new seasons after enduring hardships.

The Night Is Over?

I grew accustomed to the dark conditions.

Now you're telling me the night is over?

I grew used to the stillness of the night and