Wake Up ― The Poem

Often times, all we do is focus on the darkness that envelopes us. We hide behind walls and remove our sight from the light that is always there. Light is always there, but we aren't and that's when darkness consumes us, blinds us from the truth that is right in front of us and shields us from the peace fighting to get through to our hearts. ...Wake up.

Wake Up.

The blinds in my room are always slightly open. I love waking up to little specks of soft light on my walls as they devour every inch of the room each and every morning. This light is what urges me to wake up most days. The gift of novelty that comes with the start of each new day excites me. What does God have to show me today? What does He have planned for us? There are some mornings, though, that worry, despair, and the longing for more urge me to stay in bed, close the blinds, and tell God "not today". Today was that kind of morning.

The Pain in a Promise of the Past

It wasn't until recently that I understood that the past is really in the past, and it's okay for me to move forward. It's okay for me to let it go and make room in my heart for the future God has in store. It's okay to miss it, but it's not okay to let it make me miserable. The past only has as much hold on us as we allow it to, and most of the time that hold is actually us holding on to it.

Rain is Coming.

My life has been scattered with these droughts. More often than I'd like to admit, they come when I become too consumed with seeking worldly things, and I forget to seek the water―the thing so very vital to my existence. The noise of the world distracts me, and before I know it, I'm angry at God for forgetting about me.