Show Compassion 

Burning eyes from tiredness and passion,
longing heart reaching for a hand to show compassion.

Pacing strides, to find a way to help minds come alive,

but they don’t see that their future can be more than trying to survive.

It’s stuck in a vicious cycle that must find a way to change,

Chains need breaking for new things to be rearranged. 

Though this journey has been exhausting, empathy will not stop. 

Appreciation will not be recipricated, but it won’t keep me from moving forward to the top. 

On the peak of the mountain I’ll stand,

Happy and proud, but my heart still looks down at the land. 

I’ll thank the Creator for using me with all of His might,

While I make my way back down for another good fight. 

Valleys 

It’s as if I was a newborn infant, 
With eyes that opened to see these remarkable things for the first time. 

Of course I had seen them before, but now they were more beautiful. 

Familiar places,

familiar faces,

But now with more radiance and smiles.

It’s as if my mind now focused in on the miraculous parts of life, than before.

The words God speaks are now definite, and I believe every word,

that is both terrifyingly good and brings the greatest joy.

To walk in my purpose is the current adventure…

Now, even though the awakening is not as new, remembering it’s presence keeps me going.

Because I understand it is a process,

and God is patient. 

A valley is simply, just a valley.

There is another side and part that my physical eyes cannot see.

My heart knows that God is always three steps ahead with arms stretched out, awaiting for my clumsy baby steps to turn into confident strides in his infinite plan. 

This valley of dryness is not hopeless, for an abundance of flowing water is coming. 

The Smell of Oil

Quiet one again…
Days pass by so quickly, yet slowly.

Sometimes I wish to control the hands of the clock,

but I have to let go.

I’m strong because that’s what you want me to be,

but my true nature is to crumble.

Thank God that I don’t crumble.

As I fold each crease of your wrinkled shirt, I think of you…

The smell of oil still lingers.

My mind goes to where you are.

Where the work is hard,

but you’re so free.

Out there on the ocean, where you truly long to be.

A place so broad and open,

so full of contemplation.

Where there is stillness in the chaos,

from each breath of fresh air. 

How I long to be there and close to you,

but here I’ll stay.

I’ll just hold on to these thoughts that will get me through the day. 
 

Warmth 

I am comforted by warmth.
Like warmth from the sun,

beaming down at every inch of your face. 

Exposing every freckle and blemish,

but in that moment you are careless,

because you feel a glimpse of freedom.

Or like a bath you could sink into,

filled with bubbles and steam. 

Every muscle now able to surrender and relax.

Or like a hug…one of those embraces that completely surrounds you and allows you to just be held. 

Warmth is something that heals the coldness in the room, but also the coldness of a heart. 

Beautifully Purposed

Life gets messy,

like the chips of nail polish on my fingers. 

We get beat up and burned up, 

and often times we are left wondering why. 

But maybe just maybe, 

we get a glimpse of heaven in the midst of it, 

if we only look up to the light for just a moment. 

We can see color and beauty in the chaos by seeing His glory.

What once was something messy, is now something beautifully purposed.

Super^natural

Spread your arms out and hug the air…

Isn’t it lovely to hold onto something that may not be visibly there? 

But to hold onto something deeper instead…

Like faith in your heart, versus doubtful thoughts in your head.

Don’t believe the lies that call you foolish. 

You really are something special.

You were made with intention, for a purpose, and with love.

You were made to be free within your spirit soaring like a dove.

So white and so spotless,

With no limits to explore,

Made for adventure and always growing,

being made for so much more.