No One But Us

God knows

Yes

But no one but us

No one but us

Knows the toll

The taxing

The ache

We’re joyful in our separate spheres

Blessed because we live in favor

Undeserved

If you were to see me smile

Day to day

You wouldn’t know it

That every night

Or nearly every

At least once a day

A multivitamin of tears

A feeling weak

A seeking God and asking

“Why?? Why this way?”

Why this struggle

Why this wait

You had my heart Lord

You had me wholly

Then You shocked my system

Left my knees to knock

I begged you, “I need two years alone with you Lord, I’m not ready to meet him yet, I need more time with you!!!”

And now I’m not sure I can last that long

My heart tied to him

Hand glued to his

Eyes forever locked

No one but us knows

No one

What it is like

To fall in love with a person

Before you’ve met

Well, it sucks. 

Yet it’s completely lovely.

I’ve grown & blossomed as I’ve been broken down.

As tears haven’t ceased, but multiplied.

They’re making fertile ground

Fertile ground

For you to plant a garden.

I don’t understand God’s ways

No

But I know

That I’m ready for us to intersect

The Venn Diagram that is

You and I

No One But Us 

Knows

Darling

Come home.

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I Would Be A Fool

And I would be a fool

To try and listen to a mime

To copy the movements of a marionette

To heed the advice of a puppet

I would be  fool

To gamble with a counterfeit

To purchase an imitation

To dance with clubbed feet

Would be a fool

Who seeks the wisdom of a sorcerer

Who spits manna out for greater blessing

Who drinks poison and calls it sherry

Be a fool

And doubt the Voice of Never Change

And reject a divine present

And fail to believe

A Fool

The definition of

Within the sound…

Of the word itself.

Fool.

And so am I.

Full of faith.

No matter the norm.

 

In The Time We Were Apart

In the time we were apart

I was in your arms still

I was holding you near

 

I was moving heavier

Heavy

Heavily forward

Toward

You.

 

I lifted prayers to the sky

And our Father blessed them.

 

For you

The whole world

And all the favor

Magnified.

 

For you

Joy beyond reason

 

I love you

Steadily and sure

And even though we have not

Yet met.

 

We still have an anniversary

The Summer of 2013

When you fell hard for me.

 

And I fell…

Like the leaves and twigs

That Fall.

 

Darling,

 

Never doubt how much I love you.

For as long as I’m on Earth

 

My eyes gaze upon Heaven

But my feet are planted next to yours.

 

Rooted so.

 

When the time is right

Feel no need to knock

The door is always ajar

 

Don’t bother wiping your feet

For I want your dirty too

 

All of you is welcome

All of you belongs

 

Because when you are with me

What feels like home

Will be complete.

Where’s Your Home?

“And I shall dwell in the house of the Lord forever.”

Psalm 23. 

It’s about to be that time. I’ve already ceremonially graduated, but still have a second internship and final elective class to wrap up. And then what? I’m trying to figure that out, trying to let God take the reigns, trying to…trying. In the next month I’d love to have a job lined up, something to lean on in the midst of my quarterlife crisis. A term I kid about but really, it’s feeling like that right now. 

Timing.

I’m unsure of it. I’m sure of the fact that this chapter of my life, the “getting your Master’s” chapter, is coming to a close at the end of July, beginning of August. I’m sure that I will be in a friend’s wedding come September 13th. Other than that? 3 months from now, nothing else is very certain. 

Speaking of weddings, until this past year nothing of the sort was on my brain, but now I’m thinking “Hey, Lord, is something about to start or isn’t it? The clock is ticking if it’s going to happen here with whom, because I’m about to leave this town” (another thing that I don’t know for sure).

You see, I’m 24 and have never dated. Which is great, and good, after all, I am the one who prayed earnestly for the first man I date to be the one I marry. I’ve seen way too much heartbreak to wish for anything else. And now a desire for a relationship has filled me that I don’t quite understand. It’s annoying. So there’s that…another piece of the puzzle that I am yet to see jigsaw into place.

Can you feel that? Can you feel it?

Worry.

Usually I just do. I’m a doer. But there’s things now that I can do, and others that are completely out of my control. Whoa. I don’t like that state of being. But worrying when you’ve got the best God out there and the most loving best friend, father, King, fill in the blank…is so ridiculously in vain.

Which is why stumbling upon Psalm 23 this morning worked its magic. No, I do not know where I’m going to be or what I’m going to do or when or how or what my relationship status will be in 3 months. I DON’T KNOW. 

There are places that look like, feel like, taste like, smell like home…but those are just the senses.

What about your heart? My heart is at home always in the presence of my God. It’s that constant, that which doesn’t transition. And in all this uncomfortable unknown, non-affirming silence, I choose to find my peace, my rest, in that unchanging fact.

So, you? Find some lush green pastures and lie down already. It feels so right.

Waiting.

Patience is something that I’m not very good at. I’m relatively good at a lot of things, creative in different respects. 

But patience? No.

With children, very much so. Unless they’re rude or consistently disobedient, but even then, I can keep a cool head, get my point across, and retain some form of understanding.

But in life? Regarding my future? Regarding knowns stuck in a pool of unknowns? A stagnant pool at that, or so it seems to me, because I am NOT…patient.

Currently, I am in a place where I have no choice. There are things that I have to wait on, things that I cannot pursue, because that is not my place.

Waiting.

Not waiting as in wasting time, but waiting as in waiting for my train to arrive even if it takes more than a year.

I’ve been waiting since July 22nd, 2013…and only the Lord knows when I’ll stop.

Forgive me, I know that I’m being vague, but I don’t feel like spilling any details.

Other than the fact that this has been the most challenging form of waiting that I have ever endured. Emotionally, mentally, spiritually…although it’s beautiful, it has been taxing. Mostly because of what I am waiting for.

Something dear to me. Something that is one of the most significant somethings in my life.

But it’s not yet the Lord’s time. 

And sometimes it hurts.

But I have grown.

And the Lord knows best.

Remember,

The Lord always knows best:

“For my thoughts are not your thoughts,
neither are your ways my ways,”
declares the Lord. “As the heavens are higher than the earth,
so are my ways higher than your ways
and my thoughts than your thoughts.”

-Isaiah 55:8-9

Open Palms…

A solid sound.

An echo…
An echo.
 
Life is much bigger than what you see.
 
Life much bigger than what you see.
 
What you see.
 
Vision blurred empty.
Eyes cleared hollow.
 
Free fall.
 
Free for all.
 
Clinging to your Loved.
 
Don’t break my heart, you said.
 
I told you not to break it…
 
You say.
 
Knowing you are not disregarded
 
But feeling so. 
 
Maybe I heard wrong
 
Maybe it was foolishness
 
But if so, it was a kind 
 
Foreign to your mind
 
Eyes. 
 
Sometimes I’d prefer
 
To drown on the surface
 
Than live in the unknown.
 
What is my life?
 
Hesitation, although always aware
 
It’s a fruition 
 
But right now, all you can see
 
The spout watering 
 
Sprout.
 
The bloom is in wait.
 
And you’ll get stung.
 
Prepared for sweetness.
 
You are becoming 
 
Whose are you
And what for
 
I am that I am.
For His whatever that may be.
 
Slowly loosening the grasp
 
To open palms.
 

A Missing.

It hasn’t been near as bad

Lately.

But at times I can still feel that ache…

I’ll be with friends

At school

At work

And feel

Feel

Feel.

The weighted.

Your memory 

Has kept me bound strangely.

Betrothed unwillingly.

And the love given me

For you

I can’t put it away

I asked the Lord

Help me put it away

On some shelf

But I’m afraid

It fills up the whole house.

I fear when you do come home

Because this territory, for me

Unchartered.

But I fear more…

The density of my love for you.