Lately the tips of my fingers have been aching to put “pen to paper,” playlists to day drives, and soliloquies to the hills and valleys. So much is changing beneath these bones and it feels delightfully out of my control. Beautiful chaos. Sad and yet hopeful. Two things I know… life is a poem and Jesus is good. I hold onto these things as if they are my life’s anthem. Poems sway in the breeze and every once in a while something breaks free and flies… a seed… a dream… a wish. Poems also weep and grieve and tell of loss. I’ve had both of these lately. I failed to see them as beautiful at first but a few chats with Jesus and that changed. “I need your heart to hear me.” a faint soul whisper says. “I hear you, Lord.”
There are so many things begging to begin if only I could bring myself to accept the endings that have been placed at my doorstep. Words written on my heart forever. Goodbyes and hellos. Life is a poem. Jesus is always good.
Pickles & Praise 
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