My original word was Purpose,
but I know my purpose.
To the depth of my being, I know.
I know my calling.
Yet, I hide under a pile of life.
A pile of excuses, fear, and pain.
Both emotional and physical pain.
Maybe God will forget or engage with a multitude
of others, other people who need Him,
much more.
Sweet Child. The nails are not enough
to hold you here. You can only
live the life I'm
calling you to through the
love that I have given you.
The love that now has taken up
residence in your very being
and makes the wounds bearable.
Jesus
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