i feel change coming. quickly. losing things i hold tightly, dearly. i feel pushed into a corner, just looking for a way around all of it. but i see that it is inevitable. i have to grow up. sometimes it just seems like nothing i love will ever linger. everything that's good just slips away.
this is why i curse the space between my fingers.
but i suppose this is why i have kept journals--for the simple desire to gather up fragments that remain, that nothing be completely lost. And i know His plan is far beyond my imagination. That the more i perceive God's purpose in my life, the less terrible the losses, the deaths, the letting-goes will seem.
"Uneasiness about the future is unwholesome for you. You must leave to God all that depends on God, being faithful in all that depends upon yourself." -Francois Fenelon
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