Every day lately I fight. I get up in the morning fighting off the residual feelings left over from the night before. There’s something about the time before bed that makes my head race and my heart ache. I fill my bed with things hoping to feel just a little tucked in and safe. The tears seem to become my friend lately and I still fight them. I fight the battle between letting myself feel and grieve and “not going there.”
Every day I catch glimpses of love. Written across the sky in a sunset or in the way I hear laughter or watch children playing or soak up the moments. I see it. I do and it makes the fight a little easier. The exhale comes a little sooner.
Every day I wrestle with questions in my head and want to know Him better. To replace the lies with truth. I want to see Him clearly for who He is and not let what I’ve experienced get in the way.
5 minutes. Writing. Exhaling my every day. There’s so much more I could say…I could try to put some prettier red bows to make myself more comfortable with my every day, but there’s that rule about not editing….so, there’s a glimpse. a part of the full truth.
your turn. tell me about your every day.