god,
you’re not who I thought you were.
in a good, hard way
you show me
your ways are not mine
when I go knocking for ways to run
you slip in with your “not now, baby girl”
you gently pry my hands
so i can let go
purposefully
lay down my “isaac”
to finally admit
God, I want this
but I want what You have more
even in the midst of learning to
surrender
you love me
you teach me how to soar
and be planted
all at once
because that’s beautiful
dreaming, hope, trust
with deep roots
right there in the breaking
i find you giving me the
yes, walk this way
but be prepared to
keep
surrendering all
and remember
“i’m everything i promised
my faithfulness is true”
b'ahava 