I want red bows on my boxes.
Package them up.
Nice and neat.
My stories don’t have that.
Sure, there’s redemption
but I don’t have the neat little
happy, fairy tale ending
My stories are raw
stripped to my core
some haven’t even found the
pretty white boxes
let alone the red bows
yes, they’re raw and beautiful
yes, they’re messy and glorious
yes, they’re shattering and made new
yes, they’re without answers and grounded
yes, I want a red bow to tie this little thought up with a message of God’s love and hope
and I’m letting Him keep writing my stories even without the red bows I want