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Saturday, April 16, 2011

Inspired by Adele and a storm

"Stormy Thinking"
So I'm sitting on my bed and there's a storm outside.
I'm dreaming of a day, a place, a face, a time where there's me and you.
Looking out at the rain, the way it doesn't just fall.
It gets dragged in all directions by the wind.
My heart once loved but never completely set itself free.
I'm making a promise to not let myself hold back next time.
I'll guard my heart but not to the point I push you away.
I'm guess what I'm trying to say is that I miss you and I'm sorry.
I've been changing and growing in ways that only God is aware of.
I've kept many feelings locked inside and its time I stop sharing only with God.
He never left any of His feelings unknown to us.
I am striving to be a better friend, a better daughter, and a better woman of God.
Many a times I find myself thinking about what could have been but now I'm thinking of what could be.
My goals are no longer of what would please my peers but merely what would please God and what would please me.
I'm not just "doin me" because I could never be self-centered in such a way but I am doing more to help myself grow and mature.
So back to those rain drops and the chaos they seem to be in.
They don't just fall but when they fall the allow a greater force to take over and pull and whip them into all directions.
It's time I let God pull and whip me in all directions other than my own.
He is my wind and my savior.
He has saved me from a fall that just goes straight into the ground.
With Him I can go anywhere and anywhere is where I want to be rather than splattered into many pieces on the ground.
I hope to land in a field of flowers so that another life can live and flourish.

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