I am becoming more aware that I am not enough
My hands are not made to hold the world
and all the people in it
I will never be able to sweet talk the waves
into kissing the shoreline
But that does not mean that the tides will stop rolling in
I am a first class example of consistent stumbling
Mumbling hopeful words into darkness
Begging the light to spark
so that I can grasp my surroundings
Gasping for air
There are days I feel like I'm drowning
and I'm merely sitting there
I am growing tired of looking for simple solutions
that I can sip with my morning tea
instead of looking for You
"We need You now more than ever"
I'm sure that will always be the cry of surrender
A constant reminder that You will always be better
than I could ever dream You to be
Thank goodness Your perfection fills in the cracks of my mistakes
I am not a fan of letting my feet leave the ground
or leaving too much room for chance
My hands and my heart are far too greedy
I take on much more than I can handle
But You hold me here
steady and stable
I'll never be an anchor
You bring me to the table
and tell me that I don't have to be
You will always be much more than I can handle
But I'll keep daring to wade into Your presence
Outstretched arms in reckless abandon
I am Yours, I am lost, I am looking for answers
And I am tired of feeling the undeniable weight
of waiting for things to change
I'll keep on following string with my finger tips
Tracing my way back to You and Your holiness
Trusting that You've got a hold on all of this
and I never quite will
