God...
If I'm honest about today. It really didn't turn out how I planned or imagined.
And so I feel broken. Broken. not enough. too much. all in one large gulp.
And you quiet me.
You still me.
You tell me to stop and listen.
Your words like a bright colour on a dull page:
I am weaving something of intricate measure and value. I'm washing you free and clean. I'm launching you into something new and beautiful. Come apart more with me. You have grown weary in this life giving task. This is when you know who you are. This is when you run free with a tender boldness. Tender boldness is how you should live. Don't grow weary in doing good. I love you.
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