Is there any release in knowing that I don’t need to build myself up? I don’t need to be famous, well known, or even well liked.
Not to be hated or below reproach. But, just to worry less about pleasing.
Is there a walk on the schedule today?
My chest aches.
My tummy rumbles.
No one cares about your story. Maybe not.
No one will know your name.
But they will remember His.
And I will abide in Him.
Like hot water, releasing the fragrance of tea,
As time passes He becomes more potent in this abandoned life.