Showing posts with label Healing. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Healing. Show all posts

Broken bread and poured out wine

Hello from Sunny Florida,
I promise its not much hotter here than in the Midwest. I would know, I traveled all Summer looking for cooler weather. So I have some thoughts to blog, much to process from the Summer... but this morning I give you this...
This is an excerpt from My Utmost For His Highest... I know the date is off, but it feels appropriate right now.

Read the whole thing if you will, but this is the part that always resonates with me.
"Our Lord never dictated to His Father, and we are not here to dictate to God; we are here to submit to His will so that He may work through us what He wants. When we realize this, He will make us broken bread and poured out wine to feed and nourish others."

May 15th.
The HABIT of RISING to the OCCASION "That ye may know what is the hope of His calling . . ." Ephesians 1:18 Remember what you are saved for -that the Son of God might be manifested in your mortal flesh. Bend the whole energy of your powers to realize your election as a child of God; rise to the occasion every time. You cannot do anything for your salvation, but you must do something to manifest it, you must work out what God has worked in. Are you working it out with your tongue, and your brain and your nerves? If you are still the same miserable crosspatch, set on your own way, then it is a lie to say that God has saved and sanctified you. God is the Master Engineer, He allows the difficulties to come in order to see if you can vault over them properly -"By my God have I leaped over a wall." God will never shield you from any of the requirements of a son or daughter of His. Peter says -"Think it not strange concerning the fiery trial which is to try you." Rise to the occasion; do the thing. It does not matter how it hurts as long as it gives God the chance to manifest Him self in your mortal flesh. May God not find the whine in us any more, but may He find us full of spiritual pluck and athleticism, ready to face anything He brings. We have to exercise ourselves in order that the Son of God may be manifested in our mortal flesh. God never has museums. The only aim of the life is that the Son of God may be manifested, and all dictation to God vanishes. Our Lord never dictated to His Father, and we are not here to dictate to God; we are here to submit to His will so that He may work through us what He wants. When we realize this, He will make us broken bread and poured out wine to feed and nourish others.
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Healing in the dust (5-the Cornerstone saga)

Psalm 30:2
2 O Lord my God, I cried to you for help,and you have healed me.

Without going into an in-depth detailed account of my heart at this moment. I would just like to make note that God, the creator of heaven and earth paused in his orchestration of time and space and universe to bend down and listen to me recently as I cried tears that wouldn't fall down the dust on my face... And begged God you know what I need, you see me and this and what got me here and what is yet to be... I need healing, I need you to heal me because it hasn't happened yet. I know, time heals & what doesn't make you bitter makes you better and pain is the risk in love.... But I have not healed and I need God to do what time won't.

God hears the things we can't explain and meets us where we are. He is doing that for me. After I asked for healing and Gods way of fixing me and my troubles, I went around a corner and there in front of me was one of the things I had to face, sitting there in my path as soon as I asked God for resolve. So I did the natural thing and drove past as fast as I could. Once I was out of sight I realized what I had done and realized that my fear stopped me. It was clear as day to me that I had asked for a solution and it was put immediately in front of me and I ran as fast as I could in the other direction. So that's awesome.

What's even better is, as clearly as I saw what I was doing, I realized I probably do that a lot with varying levels of significance. So the next few days my heart went thru the.wringer realizing my need for healing and how brilliantly I can sabotage it.

In the days following my speeding away from Gods answer to prayer I ended up spending some time with a friend. She's a beautiful woman, in every way and she needs healing in more obvious and important ways than I do. She's had cancer and I'm praying that its leaving her. While we wait for her diagnosis, I spent some time with her and as we talked I realized that for someone so talented, gifted and good maybe one of the beautiful things about her is, her gifts aren't anything super important to her. Her family, her son, the people around her are what's important. She's always been that way, even before she was sick.

Somewhere in the conversation we were talking about traveling. And she said she's realizing that now that she's been thru this she really has something to say. And I was sitting there thinking how much she has to give people, she has so much wisdom and God has given her understanding and now she has this story of battling this sickness on top of who she already is.

As we talked I found myself trying in my fumbling ways to tell her how important her gifts are, how vital her voice is, that she has something to say that needs to be heard and she doesn't need to let things stop her. As I hoped to convey this to her I laughed at myself, here I am, always afraid to be who I am. Sitting in front of someone who has so much to offer and is older than me so she has more living and wisdom behind her, and little me is wanting to convince her that her gifts make room for themself. That her voice needs to be heard. That her message isn't about her it's about the people who will hear it. Oh wait, I'm getting a glimpse into what I've been trying to learn all this time....

I used to be so self conscious and lacking in confidence I was afraid to get on a stage or sing or write or do almost anything. And the only thing that made me do it was when God clearly showed me it wasn't about me. My self was getting in the way, it was about something I had been given, gifts that could heal people or at least open the doors to the broken places that needed healing, if I had those gifts and wasn't getting on the stage I was wrong. I was wasting what I had.

I had to see it as selfishness before I could overcome it. It's fear, its not accepting that you could actually be used in as significant of a way as you're meant to be. As I saw someone older and wiser and (in my mind) far more equipped to change peoples lives than me, not fully realizing how important her role was. I sat back and waited for what I was supposed to learn from this because I didn't see how there was anything that I could give that could help her... I keep thinking about it, and though I have this hope that my little input might be encouraging. I think what I'm supposed to take away from it has more to do with not underestimating the little things. Not downplaying your gifts, not running from who you know you should be, to just be what you can be. Don't let life go by focused on the wrong things, or on creating a life for yourself, or pursuing a career that isn't your heart. Don't go to school to learn how to make the most money, go where you where made to go and make the most of it. Be who you are, live the life you have. It's all you've got. And you'll find the more you embrace it and accept it. You will not only be fulfilled you will be fulfilling others. This story is not complete, I am still a work in progress, but every story is about what it teaches us, above is part of what I'm learning from my friends story. Yet to be written is what I do with what I'm learning. My own healing is a process, but one part of it is realizing how important my heart is to God the verse at the top of this blog popped up on my phone in the midst of all these things in my heart. God cares enough to tell me He wants to help me, if I let him. I think this wraps up my Cornerstone blogging for this year, the rest will blend into my life from here. I probably have new things I'm aching to write about. As for this blog the story will have to be continued when I've finished making my Uturn.
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Well, I've been afraid of changes... Cornerstone part 4

To preface what I'm writing about you should know, this year started out with me, along with my family asking God where He wanted us this year, laying our travel, festival, music, business and all other plans on the alter, preparing ourselves to make the necessary changes to go where He wanted us and only there, even if that meant, we were supposed to stop doing certain things we've always done, that were good and right and important, all that mattered was where He wanted us. Sometimes this left me feeling like I was waiting on the edge of the dark unknown, standing with a calendar in one hand and a pile of questions in the other, with the only answers being, we have to pray about it... That's all fine and good, praying and seeking God, but deadlines are deadlines and time waits for no man, that's what my calendar was saying to me and what I was saying to my Dad & what I was thinking towards God. This carries over into my personal life, kind of like a mirror. Anyway, It is probably significant that in our 20th year of ministry God has really taken us back to our roots in walking in faith, trusting only in Him not in man.

As this seeking and planning or putting planning on hold to pray was happening earlier this year, we got an email telling us that something we had done for years wasn't happening this year. Now I was all fine and good surrendering my plans to God as long as I was orchestrating & planning the surrender, but as doors closed and things changed and parts of my life disappeared, I realized more & more how much I was not okay with it. If I make a decision to change my life or end something so be it, but when someone else tells me its changed without my consent....that is not the same at all.

In the days months and years that follow the significant changes that happen in my life without my consent, I learn to live with them but find myself rarely accepting them, because they weren't my idea... In my process & all the kicking and screaming that accompanies it, I ask myself why I'm so violently opposed to change, some of it is fear of the unknown, a little bit of "look how you trusted the changes last time and got in this mess." And some of it is insecurity I suspect...

So though I'm saying that I trust God with my life I'm too worried to believe that His plans will work for me. When I'm faced with a change in a relationship I hate it, and I give it what for and continual grief over how it failed me. Never trusting that God can look out for me, my heart, the boy I loved, the lilies of the field & the sparrows with equal strength & ability. I have come to realize I have to get over myself, because my planning skills & ability to manage the world while keeping it spinning fall significantly short when I step back and compare my methods and track record to Gods. As much as I need to learn this in relationships, I have to learn it in every other little way. His ways are not my ways. When the jobt that I have done all of my adult life, over 8 years, was taken from me against my will right after I told God to handle it. I had to do a lot of dying to self. I had to step back and ask if I was only hurt because I had worked and sweated and served until I was far beyond my self, for so many years and I didn't want to disappoint the people I wanted to keep serving. Was that all? No somewhere in there it became much more about grieving for me than just them. At some point it turned a corner and became about that job being a piece of my identity. And at what point insecurity & a sort of pride overlap I can't tell you. But I do know with all the other unexpected changes and the ways I doubt myself, the idea of not having that big piece of my identity to wear around suddenly became a very real problem for me. Or maybe I suddenly realized that it probably wasn't right for me to feel inferior or inadequate just because one little job was ripped away. It didn't define me. Just like all of the times people question my unusual lifestyle and choices, to the point that I used to feel the need to prove who I was or wasn't. Or why I was or wasn't. And suddenly I realized that it was all the same, what I do doesn't define who I am anymore than what I do needs to be defended so that I can prove that who I am is okay. I am who I am. Things change, change comes and goes, People grow and change, I change and as I grow I see the need for change and for sameness. I realize that change is good but knowing who you are is better and makes change less traumatic.

In the midst of all of this change, I have my ups and downs because while knowing who I am helps, I am still human. I still have to close the doors in myself that Time, God & circumstance has closed around me. I still have to accept things, let go of things face things & people, end, start over, be friends or enemies or be somebody or nobody, I have to face and move within every change & its a beautiful thing to learn, the healing that comes in change and the change that comes thru healing... A beautiful paradox of sorts.
So, though I spent my childhood hating change, even the.changes in my storybooks. I didn't want to grow up, I didn't want my friends to grow up, I cried everytime I read Little Women, I didn't like it when people cut their hair, I didn't want my friends to get married, I didn't want heartbreak and death. But you learn to accept it, you learn to live, and living learns you. Something like faith comes thru hearing and hearing thru the word of God. Change comes with healing and healing is a type of faith. A trust in Gods sovereignty, a belief that He knew you before you knew anything and loved you there. Perfect love casts out fear so the more you accept who you are, become accustomed & okay with being who you were made to be the less there is to fear in change. It moves you and moving makes you.

I ask God for healing and He gives it, or the way to it... But His ways are not our ways and I must be prepared to accept healing even though it may come from the most unlikely places... the most unlikely Changes
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My love life and Cornerstone the festival minus Jesus Village (Cornerstone take 2)

Well if you reading this are as hungry and occasionally anxious as me, you're waking up this morning waiting for something great, though maybe only expecting the usual daily round, because we've learned that if we don't expect too much we aren't as easily disappointed... Wait, have I learned that? And if I have, I'm not living life to the fullest, if we stop expecting great things, if we stop observing and appreciating the little things we may as well be machines. We are made for the experiences in our lives and they are there to make us.

On to the Cornerstone stuff. Cornerstone in 4 parts, Last week was so much... So much.

I thought I knew what I was going to write about today, but as I sit here typing this blog into my little phone as usual the story is taking me in a different direction, anyway....
Cornerstone part 2
I went to the festival this year with many things on my mind, in the forefront was probably the fact that for the first time in 10 years I wouldn't be running the Jesus Village stage at Cornerstone. It was strange, it was a little bit unexpected how it came about and I didn't know what to expect of myself. Mostly I worried about the people I was going to disappoint. I worried about the ones who would come looking for it and nothing would be there, no stage, no devotions, no children's worship, no music, no dinner, no safe place, no drink of water, no place to find someone safe to talk to, no Jesus Village.

I realize that though the structure wasn't there the people still were but that didn't entirely soften the blows. Even as I told myself they didn't need more music at the festival, I knew it wasn't about music, I also knew that the bands we had weren't just about the music, that was the point. But without the stage I had no way to give a platform to the ones I knew were sincere, the ones we had raised up, and the ones that serve beside us and deserve some recognition, even if it is just a spot to play at Cornerstone, to them it said something, it meant something and I cried Everytime I had to tell another one of the sweet young (and old) bands that have been a part of my life for years. "I'm sorry I don't have a place for you to play at Cornerstone." To me it may just be a festival but to them it was more than that. And if we are going to get down to that, its more to me to, its a part of life, its a family reunion of sorts, its a breath of fresh air and a splash of diversity and sameness, the solace of a like-minded multitude. It's beautiful. And I appreciate its uniqueness, its perfections and flaws, its humaness. I love the people it brings together. So it was a hard thing for me to face those people without being able to give them everything I had tried to before.

But God was using this like he uses everything that I let Him use to do something good in me. The people I felt like I was disappointing rallied around us and let our family know that they were behind us no matter what. They spent the festival one by one having little moments where I would discover just how much each part of what we do has poured into so many lives, and it was more than encouraging, the word might be fulfilled. Rather than just feeling robbed or like I've failed at a part of my life I've worked on for so long instead I got to see the fruit, in faces passing, in children, on other stages at the festival, in seminars, in the work God does in each life we touch if we lay "our lives" down in service.

While talking about this year with a friend and explaining that some things have changed, moved aside and I'm determining to focus more on music... She gave me the line that many well meaning good people have tried to forcefully shove down my throat, "Well, if you stop focusing so much on these things with your family and just focus on you, you'll do really well. It's time. You deserve it, etc." I smilingly let her finish the conversation with me only interjecting once to point out that yes sometimes we hide behind things like college, career or ministry, to keep from walking in what God has for us, but what I'm standing here trying to tell you is that the very things you're saying to me now, is what tore me down and caused me to doubt. Well meaning misinformed people around me trying to save me from what I feel called to, what I have chosen and been chosen for. And where I know beyond a shadow of a doubt that God has called me to be. If He changes that tomorrow so be it. If he calls me to China or Canada or New Zealand good. If he calls me to go live in a city by myself and work at Starbucks and be normal enough to fit into peoples boxes I will. But He hasn't and sometimes I would appreciate it if people would stop explaining to me why I'm not married. A) I don't need to be married by tomorrow because there's no deadline on that for me. B) I'm not marrying someone that doesn't at least try to understand where I've been with God. I can not. I'm not asking that He live the same life, I'm asking that he accept that up till now these differences have been good, they're what made me and what continues to make me. And I (despite the pain of doubting that for a little while because people don't understand anything bit what they chose to...) Have finally gotten to a place thru the pain of asking why and how and why and why and why...why didn't they believe in and undertand where I am, and why you're allowed to love someone who isn't ready to love you? Why, am I where I am, is it God or am I crazy? Who am I and why? And God... And God being who He is mercifully and deeply answered those questions, maybe not the love and broken hearted part... But the deep, broken, needy ones. Why am I here, who am I? Why did you call me to this walk, did you call me or did I miss something? Was I wrong to not do the normal things, college, marriage, getting a degree, furthering a career, working at Starbucks so you can get married instead of living by faith with nothing giving everything and not having any grandbabies to show anybody.... Am I Following God? Am I Called? Am I Crazy? Who Am I?
And if I am following Him I suddenly start accepting, if I am like him I won't look normal, people won't understand, I won't always undertand. I won't always be able to explain it, even to the most understanding, loving people. His ways are not our ways, sacrifice will be our proof, all things work together for the good, He is the intervening distance. God is good and he wants good things for us and He will give them in His ways in His timing, and it won't always make sense but as His perfect will unfolds externally and internally, as He works the good and the bad and the painful and the ugly and the unfair and the dirty and the disappointments and the hopes and the things, all the things together for our good. We learn to love Him we learn what His love is and we accept ourselves, we accept and embrace who He is in us and what we are without Him. And its all so good and great and complete and I have so much faith in Him. I have so much trust that what we give to Him is always gonna be safe our hearts, our minds, our plans, our fears, the hearts of the persons we love the most and we want the best for, our ambitions, dreams, babies, jobs, career, family, pain, pain, fear, doubt, hurt, life, all of it. As I give it to Him as I sit alone on the floor afraid of letting go. As I stand on a stage, as I walk thru Cornerstone and see God using my family in new ways when the old is missing, as we prayed this year for God to open and close the doors and then he did and I see how its perfect, as I drove thru the festival last week at about 5am with tears on my face and in my throat as I cried out to God to heal me and take my pain. As I cried for what's over, what's now and what's to come. For Cornerstone, for me, for my family, for our ministry, for the people I have to let go of, for the things I cannot cling to, for how transient and flexible and perfect and sure God is and how I want to please Him. All of this.

All of this is me, all of it is God at work in me some of it coincides with Cornerstone some of it overlaps and some of it is years of process just steadily plugging along stomping over Cornerstone like its stomped over everything else that's just a stepping stone in our life just a stop along the way to where Gods plans take us. There is a part 2 to this particular post that involves hamburgers but we have 3 shows this weekend so that is to be continued.

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festivus (cornerstone part 1)

I am still processing the concentrated, fruitful time that sometimes resembles an overload of emotional chaos that last week was. Cornerstone holds a lot of memories for me, not because its anyplace special but because its been a consistent part of my life for something like 15 years... A lot of years.

I am confident in Gods faithful care. He shows Himself to be full of mercy in the most difficult times and the best. So worthy of trust that I am ashamed of my ideas of self reliance and how I am always jumping in trying to do his job in "my life" that I've supposedly surrendered to him.

I'm not thru processing this last week and maybe need a little time before I speak but there's a rich bundle of life I just lived and solved and faced and accepted. And it all starts with knowing myself more than I ever have before. And knowing God in me.

I don't know where to begin so this will be my start, everything else is formulating, brewing, mending in my head and in my heart, waiting for the moment of self expression where clarity and timing will make my words something that will not only speak truth to me but bring healing to you as you watch my process. No, Gods process in me. As I give you a window into the vulnerable broken mess that is my soul and you listen as God makes something completely His.

I usually wouldn't say this, but I hope it matters to you. I hope you realize how much I sometimes want to withdraw into my shy self, but I feel compelled that I should let you watch my attempts at surrender. I feel a need to get on a stage and sing until I'm hoarse and empty, give to the poor until it hurts and write late into the night and early in the mornings in hope that you find a kinship with my brokenness and need for God and mostly a way to meet yourself, to be honest about who you are. Because in that truth you find your need for Gods mercy, and how freely He has already given it.
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stay in my way

Dear God I need a journal, in it's absence I have a prayer. That the healing is complete. That your promises are true

Stay by my side
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Happy Fathers Day Daddy

Happy Fathers Day to all the Daddy's out there...
Today I've been praying for the people I know who've lost their Dad's. It makes me want to tell you to honor your Father today, or your Father figure, or God... whether you hold with these commercialized holidays or not.
Not being a Father I wouldn't know but I imagine its hard work, and its not always recognized.

If you are hurting today and in lack of a good Father, try to forgive him where he failed, where he was human, it will probably heal you.
Despite a few exceptions most of us severely undervalue our parents. Usually not seeing how much they sacrificed to give us the life we have.
I have been immeasurably blessed to have parents who laid down their lives for me and my brothers and sisters and let us watch them lay down "their" lives in surrender to God. I got to watch them surrender in obedience and try to walk in faith in ways few people do. And it has been such a rich life for me, in good times and bad. I am so thankful to have a Father who set aside his comfort zone time and again to put his family first and try to honor God.
If you have someone, whether it be a Father, Mother, Grandparents or anyone else that has shaped your life, sacrificed, loved, prayed for you. Tell them what their worth. Tell them what they mean to you. It matters and a little encouragement can go a long way.
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less of that

Remember how I was writing long, borderline sermonizing journalistic type blog's? I'm probably too busy for that this week. But I wish I wasn't because I am a swarm of emotion. Not overwhelmed, dramatic emotion. Just deep introspective, heart shifting emotion. Some of it can't be written but most of it is well fertilized preparation for a story or 2 or 3. Stories of disappointment, transition, love, broken hearted romance, facing your past and finding healing or hurt, forgiveness, anxiety, proving yourself, and mostly learning to trust God. The stories will keep but my work before leaving on tour won't so be prepared for one liners or two this week and maybe say a little prayer for me if you think of it.
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line upon line

I feel like I've intentionally been avoiding writing... Any of it.
Unprepared to accept, confess, create, process, heal, believe...
It seems like the floor was pulled out from under me from at least four directions. And most of the times...there's an angle, but sometimes there's not. Sometimes we sincerely want things to be okay and then suddenly (at least inside) they are.
We've been nursing this broken heart for so long we don't know if we can trust a mending.
Betrayal exists and comes and goes as surely as the seasons. You'll trust and break and heal and trust again.
I'm not saying this because I'm healed, I'm just saying I know this is true.
The very pains I'm most afraid of touch me and change me, it seems sometimes just to make me stronger.
We beg a reason, a need for fate or God or destiny to require so much of us.
We scream over how senseless it is to have happiness or love only to have it taken away. Then in our quietness, while peeled apart & crying, kneeling, standing, walking again...It all starts to come clear, in pieces, the completeness of it all, the need to be broken down, to know your weakness, to learn your strengths.
Day by day, Word by word, line by line, step by step, precept upon precept.
Character builds, time heals, knees and hearts strengthen, God mends and completes us... A work that continues and comes full circle in our brokenness we're made whole.
There is a strength thats made perfect in our weakness
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I just found this picture from this Summer.
The expression on my face sums it all up somewhere between complete knowing & bewilderment



This was probably a high point of my year, way out in Sturgis, SD.  This August was such a stark contrast to last year's August. I could almost feel myself healing, but only by degrees. No, it' wasn't so much healing as just getting stronger, or maybe getting to know my strength, I think that's more like it. Trying it on, getting more comfortable in my own self, or own skin or what have you. I'm not bitter, I know I've survived & even though there's an unmoving tear inside me, I feel God trusting me, I can feel trust in myself forming. Not to the point of being overly self assured, but just enough to feel alive again. Just enough to heal the places where judgment & cynicism had torn me. Enough to make me realize deep in my being that trying to point out someone elses weaknesses will never make you stronger & disproving someone else will not prove who you are. When you get to know yourself better you'll know these things.

the dark night of the soul & other types of sacrifice

I read once about the dark night of the soul
In some cases I think the dark night is bound with the soul
And only in hope's continual breaking 
will you ever reach thru the dark to the surface
Some ties are meant to bind and some ties...
that we think will steady really pull us under & over
I shuddered to break those ties, but too often they weaken me
I don't claim to be anything more or less than you
And I see each human as an equal until character proves them...
Nothing in me wants to harm you but I have to live by rules I set
though I am only now learning what it means to fully enforce them... in my self

10.10.10

10.10.10.10.10.10.10.10.10.10.10.10

I love my family
I spent the weekend in the poorest county and my time here was rich
Being hurt can be good for you
I like Chicken Flautas
God is real, even when you are afraid. Especially then
Southern Appalachia is a beautiful thing
A Dirty Chai is not a sleep aid
Hard work leaves you satisfied
My sister is one of the best friends I could want
Loneliness is healthy

10.10.10.10.10.10.10.10.10.10.10.10

untitled, unhealing, unforgiveness

I may have a mild concussion or maybe I don't, 
either way my head hurts.
I smacked it against a wall, hard. 
I think my head feels maybe one one hundredth of the steady throbbing 
of my heart with the same barely visible bruising on the outer layer, 
but an unhealing wound beneath
Earlier today while I was working
I had something to write about, 
now I'm a bit of a mess with no easy clean up, 
no way to know if this is pain or if it's just unforgiveness 
of a person...
of a string of circumstance... 
or of self


That's not anything that I want to say, it's just a jumble beneath the skin of my forehead, 
it's just one beat out of thousands from my heart.
It's enough for tonight

An undetected peeling back of days

Today is predictably surer than tomorrow but only the past is sure
And even that...
Well, history repeats itself...As we spend most our time searching the re-run's for how we got here,
How we will repeat ourselves & the sin's of our Father's,
And by our Father's I mean the sin's of Adam, but mostly Eve.
Evening come's and mourning and the first day, always when we wake, no matter how deep a darkness from...
The day is almost always mostly new... except for what we bring to it in our hearts, in our pains & expectations
Wash off what you can, the dirty maybe, but keep the old
It makes you who you are, it probably makes you who you where meant to be,
It mostly makes you who you chose to be woven in and out of God's intricate lacing of days together making life