for the glory of it all…

I feel like my heart is being beat – down into the ground 
In you I’m longing for some peace – to be found 
I know the heaviness that’s – making me cold 
Is stealing my youthful soul and – making me old

This is my life. 

I’ve written a minimal amount in the last nine months, which is understandable, but also purposeful. I’m not able to articulate my way through the mess around me and the gutting pain inside me. I’d rather not document it. I’d rather not remember it. 

My hope is in you. In what you will do. My hope is in you. 

It’s one-day-at-a-time around here. I’m patiently waiting for my miracle. Grabbing at the fray. 

I’m in need of restoration.
Freedom.
A genuine smile.
A fresh breath of air.
A good nights sleep.
A side-splitting laugh.
A great cup of coffee in a great mug.
I need a best friend and a familiar home.
I need some Thai House.
Cold weather.
Strong wind.
Beautiful sunrise.
Another camping trip.
My mom.
This new job they’re talking about.
A healed stomach and foot.
A bonfire.
Day at the beach.
A nalgene bottle of Marquette water. 
Home.  

Jesus.