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Thursday, February 3, 2011
Rolling River God
These days I find it hard to find joy in the day to day. My heart is heavy with a lot of WHY'S. I feel lost in mothering, overwelmed in it all. Feeling every day leaves me more dry and less fullfilled. I never thought I would feel this way, and the guilt alone is enough to sufficate me.
My kids, ALL of them are a blessing to me and a miricle truly. That is a fact that will not change. But something is off. Things are not right inside and I don't know why or what to do. So I am on my knees......
Rolling River God
Little are smooth, only once the water passes through
So I am stone
Rough and graining still, trying to reconcile this rivers chill.
But when I close my eyes and feel you rushing by
I know that time brings change
And change takes time.
And when the sunset comes
My prayer would be this one
That you might pick me up and notice that I am
Just a little smoother in your hand.
Sometimes ranging wild
Sometimes swollen high
Never have I known this river dry.
The deepest part of You
Is where I want to stay
And feel the sharpest edges wash away
So when I close my eyes and feel you rushing by
I know that time brings change
And change takes time.
And when the sunset comes
My prayer would be Just one
That you might pick me up and notice that I am
Just a little smoother in your hand.
Rolling River God
Little are smooth, only once the water passes through.
My kids, ALL of them are a blessing to me and a miricle truly. That is a fact that will not change. But something is off. Things are not right inside and I don't know why or what to do. So I am on my knees......
Rolling River God
Little are smooth, only once the water passes through
So I am stone
Rough and graining still, trying to reconcile this rivers chill.
But when I close my eyes and feel you rushing by
I know that time brings change
And change takes time.
And when the sunset comes
My prayer would be this one
That you might pick me up and notice that I am
Just a little smoother in your hand.
Sometimes ranging wild
Sometimes swollen high
Never have I known this river dry.
The deepest part of You
Is where I want to stay
And feel the sharpest edges wash away
So when I close my eyes and feel you rushing by
I know that time brings change
And change takes time.
And when the sunset comes
My prayer would be Just one
That you might pick me up and notice that I am
Just a little smoother in your hand.
Rolling River God
Little are smooth, only once the water passes through.
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