follow

i'm learning to dance in the rain.

to be okay with getting soggy and messy from the wet and the mud.

learning to enjoy childish things.

to jump into murky puddles instead of avoiding them like the plague.

all whilst holding the steady hand of my Father.

i'm learning to dance in the rain.

i'm learning to dance with the rain.

it's the best way to live.

dependent

without You, i can do nothing.

without Love, i am nothing.

so come define me; i am who You say I am.

trust

sometimes the heart gets hurt over and over again to the point that it becomes numb and we're unable to feel anymore and we forget what it's like to hurt what it's like to laugh heartily what it's like to grieve what it's like to burn with anger.

sometimes we need friends who would intentionally pierce that wound again.

so that we can feel pain again, and so that we can continue healing.

after all, wounds from a friend can be trusted, right?

perspective

temporary, temporary.

even if for a thousand years, this pain is still temporary.