Life would be easier if you knew where I came from and where I was going... it would be even more so if you knew where God picked me up and where He was taking me, but the hands-down easiest thing would be if I was actually walking. Then, knowing where and when and how wouldn't matter as much, getting lost and confused and disoriented would not hurt as much.
I could go anywhere, do anything.
Get lost, run back on track, lose my footing, pick myself up.
It would not feel like punctured skin.
If obedience brings revelation, why am I wallowing?
Cannot identify the source of the burn.
Do I even want to?
Too much ammo, too many holes.
Leave me alone, no, pick me up.
Restore these eyes, awaken this heart.
Show me where I can hit 'Restart';
I'm running away, into my blanket, into the dark.
Goodnight, world.
We will fight, just not today.
Possibly not tomorrow either.
because there's just a little too much now.
on my way to brokenness once again,
when I face that dreaded thing thats not a game.
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