Wanting so desperately to be heard in a world full of voices speaking so loudly, I find myself wondering: How can I speak loudly enough to be heard? How can I move mountains with a faith that is so small? How is God so backwards, and still my soul longs after His ways? What in the world has made my longings so opposite from the rest of the world?
In the midst of all the noises and rushing and striving and wondering,
I hope that there is growing and stretching and strengthening and surviving.Because what I’m more afraid of than anything is wasting my life.
I still believe I have a fire inside.
Not much has changed, and I am okay with that.
Gentleness & a Lioness 