Magic and tears.

Magic and tears, all mixed up in fears

of where life will lead on.

Just a moment, it seemed, I hold you close

with wisdom and sadness, respect what you chose

And now, no words may leave my lips

or texts from my fingertips.

I miss- 

and the begrudging morning does dawn.

Lord, lead into what You have.

You just never know

where life is going to take you.
Who will draw close to your heart and who won't.
Where the next step will be.
I have dreams- will they appear?

Some people always know what they want,
sometimes down to a tee.
Getting a job has opened my eyes to endless possibilities
as well as strengths and weaknesses within myself.

My mind gets cluttered-
I'm surrounded by noise and to-dos.
I miss feeling free.
I miss expression; deep reflections of the heart.
I want to escape; but I love and fear where I am.
In life. As a person. To whom and how I relate.

My life can take endless paths.
I can imagine different ones now.
How does one realize what they want?
What is best for myself, for the world?

Will I always keep dreaming, or will I start living?

.o, when did I get so old?.

How I did not forsee

this gradual onslaught of capacity in me

that's filling up, in what seemed like brevity?

But I know that's all wrong-

years have built this on,

like the slow composition of a beautiful song

that now, finally, longs to be sung.

And I had the audacity

to go and be brave and see

where the notes may fall.

Something gives me peace and hope through it all :)

Sweetness.

Close.

Warm.

Change.

Understanding.

Light.

Hope.

Joy.

A breath of fresh air, to me and my soul.

Sweetness.

Were we exactly where we were meant to be

underneath that Christmas tree...

Toca la guitarra

I never thought I'd really be a guitar girl.
I never thought I'd be leading a worship band.

Yet here I am.

                                                              God amazes me.

Hot Mess.

These words are best
to describe a life unsettled.

The past year has been one of the roughest of my life.
And things aren't completely as I wish them to be.
I'm ok- and I'm blessed,
but I feel I can never rest until I've got control.
And of what?
For what cause?
I'd like to make some time and think of it, take pause;
but I'm running ahead whilst standing still.
I've got to move soon or I fear to turn ill.