i guess my grandpa dying is a thing that happens at 28.
suns setting — endlessly,
and days trickling away — quickly.

So I know it well, but I know my Jesus deeper. This hasn’t been in the click of a button, nor will it ever be that simple… a fight for the intimacy that heals me fully and wholly.

so i’ve fought to understand,
because my brokenness gave me no choice. 
and i will write the hard things,
forever and all of my days. 

i see arrows
i’m at a loss for words
i feel the war
i’m frozen in the zone.

i’m ready to waste it all
all of it on Him,
and if you have not a clue what i’m referring to — there’s a story of a lady at Bethany.