the struggle of my beginning

The Struggle of My Beginning

I feel lost and trapped in a world I don’t understand.

I’m in a constant state of tug-of-war,

Being grabbed at by so many hands.

Do this.

Be that.

Stand here.

Walk there.

Look at me.

Now look over there.

What she said.

What he said.

That’s good,

That’s great,

That’s gruesome,

But those three things were the exact same.

This world is confusing.

I don’t understand.

I’m trying to learn

That You have it in hand.

That You’re here with me

Running through the sand.

That’s what it feels like sometimes.

That struggle to get down the coast.

Or when it’s cold outside,

And you’re on a run

But every breath you take

Your lungs feel stunned.

That’s what I feel in my walk with You.

There are so many things that people say.

Even Your Book is interpreted in many ways.

I don’t know if what I’m doing is right.

I don’t even really know how to pray at night.

I struggle with my sin,

But Lord, I want to let You in.

Fill up my heart

So love may flow out.

This is my confession to You

May my faith be devout.


Guest Writer

Elizabeth Clark




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