Restless. Roaming. Running. Reaching. Resisting the very things that would make for peace.
Wanting something more. Something less. Something different than what I’ve been gifted.
Searching. Striving. Seeking. Silently wondering why nothing comes easy.
Confused. Chaotic. Calling. Crushed under the weight of a world that is falling.
Reminded that those are things that I feel. Not to be confused with your truth that is real.
Daughter of the king. Forgiven of sin. Chosen, loved, and delighted in.