.

but that something isn't just there. it is there. the explosion you feel in your chest when your feet carry you over the peak of that mountain. those tears that come not cuz of sadness but from that overwhelming joy. friends that hold hands in church. the rushing stream. racing with the birds. singing their song. the vibrant rainbow the creator hangs out your foggy windshield. joy in the tiny things.

blue eyes look to the stars. whispering wishes.

puppies bound ahead the green grass swallowing thier blurred tails. the cows loud. the mountains watch. awed. the herd of horses spook & then all is quiet. that quiet feeling.

no disturbance.

the peace. with the dew tickling the toes.

throwing her head back. fingers reaching for the ground. tears soft. thank you jesus.

what are they missing. this feeling of goodness. peace. the world captures her heart. the fashion. the pride. the blackness sneaks in & she thinks she is joy filled. but the dark is stronger. she wilts. waiting for it to pass. and it does not. that wrenching guilt. knowing she messed up. captures the sleep she so much needed. her thoughts become ugly. she is ugly. the world is beautiful. she is not enough for this world. her heart breaks and she digs deeper.

head back. eyes closed. the breeze soft. a bird. she opens them & the streak of blue. above her. long & brilliant. across the sky. telling her she is enough. he does love her. the world loves her. and she is beautiful.

we belong in the light.

but we live in the shadow.

however we are not alone. God is with us.

but the devil whispers you are alone.

step into the light of grace child.