raining raining raining
I can’t help but worry I’m fucking it all up
God is sovereign. He knows it all. it’s in His hands.
“What we don’t admit is that eventually traveling becomes running away.” coleenyork on our culture of wanderlust.
We are worth more than living in shame. Our freedom is found in Christ.
no promises, no promises, no promises,
you move me.
the more time I spend with you, the harder I fall for you.
be it earlymorning conversations, after-supper silliness, or the passing-bys inbetween, I’m finding you in me.
you make me want to open my mouth and tell you what I’m feeling, dreaming about.
I love your spontaneity, your crazy laughter, all of your faces, and your raw honesty.
I’m in love with you.
witnessing// disillusioned, saddened,
let hope rise up