Longing for a moment, or maybe more than just
But it's not this feeling,
that I am at the end of myself,
the notion that at any minute,
bitterness and short-tempered reactions
will consume me and explode outwardly.
It's not that I feel broken,
or even that I need to escape.
No, here in my heart,
a result of a recent conviction that perhaps
I can do better,
I can be better,
for my children,
for my husband,
this striving not from a place that longs
but that yearns for love,
that yearns to love,
that yearns to depend on the God
that first loved me.
It is the surrender that seeps,
into my bones, into my heart, into my mind,
that yes. Yes.
This is the way,
to walk in love.
To be cognizant of my tone,
of the state of my heart,
to forgive, to build up, to look forward with hope.
Not counting the days left,
or looking forward to the future because of the promises
No, it is being content in the present,
gratitude for the moment,
looking up instead of in.
Linking with the beautiful Emily at Imperfect Prose.