the past few days, words have come to me in small, short verses—three-line poems. it's all a bit jumbled, my brain, my words, me. but I am always glad when the jumbled thoughts fall together, neatly, in my mind. it's grace to me. these are my thoughts lately. 
 
/
I shall see
even in the dead of night
I shall see, yes
by Your light

/
you're fighting, though
you've already won
little one,
you have overcome

/
I pray that it's not over
that it's just taking time

a few little lines. none exactly three. but the result of a weight of emotions that were almost too much, until I willed my heart to pray instead of hide under that weight. that's why these poems, to me, feel like grace. I am always grateful when I get to write, because the words, they don't always come. and when they do, I feel like I am doing just what I was meant to do.

it's weird to me how a big emotion can be held so neatly in a three-line poem. and then, it is also a relief to me at the same time.

*before I go, I wanted to share the verse I was reading that inspired the second poem. really, I think it deserves it's own post. 1 John 2:13. fighting is a common theme for me right now. to feel victorious seems foreign and far. again, this is a lot to add here. more to come soon.

with love,
Rena