something of the daily dosage.

every single day's a new challenge fixing the broken, battling the battled.
a struggle, a spring-clean, a separation from self.
clinging on to the things that matter.

it is a season of trusting.
in God's word.
in His provision, love, mercy,
and even, in His people.

there's always just enough grace to get me through.
and sometimes, more than enough.
in times of need,
there i will run.
even when i tire,
when i believe there is nothing,
there's always just enough,
to get me back into Your embrace.
back to where i am safe,
to be filled, so I can comfort,
just as the God of all comforts has comforted me.