October.

I need to bleed this words

Overcrowding my heart;

Such a fragile space,

Growing cluttered now.

I need to breathe,

To release these feelings,

But what they be?

Rest in who He says I am,

Rest in what He calls me to,

And know that it is enough.

Society says “Stay busy!

You must look important,

As glossy media is the new

Suit and tie,

Signalling you care,

That you’re worth it.”

Am I worth it?

The views,

The mindless clicks,

Declaring “value”

Upon this gentle life-

It’s all a lie.

They call this the shame

Of the hollow millennial era,

Forgetting the struggles of their own youth,

Deemed shallow by the generation prior.

Would you look inside instead,

And see the desperation

To live a life worth living?

Misdirected, yes,

But passionate nonetheless.

Even in my art (the way I breathe),

I find I desire

Perfection, applaud,

When once what mattered

Was beauty and release.

In the secret place, He sings

Turn to Me, all who are weary.”

Still we press on,

Determined to be

Strong, independent, busy-

Desperate to prove

We are worth it,

Can make it on our own,

Yet ignoring the One

Who gives us worth,

Who makes us whole.

In Him alone

Do we find peace.

In Him alone

Do we find hope.

In Him alone

Do we find rest.

In Him alone

Do we find meaning.

In Him alone

Do we find identity.

In Him alone

Do we find truth.

The Bread of Life

Is not a diet

To be picked at when it suits us,

But rather the sustenance

Fueling our souls,

Breathing vigor and purpose

Into each moment of former monotony.

“At that time Jesus said, ‘I praise You, Father, Lord of Heaven and earth, because You have hidden these things from the wise and learned and revealed them to infants. Yes, Father, because this was Your good pleasure. All things have been entrusted to Me by My Father. No one knows the Son except the Father, and no one knows the Father except the Son and anyone to whom the Son desires to reveal Him.

Come to Me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. All of you, take up My yoke and learn from Me, because I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for yourselves. My yoke is easy and My burden is light.”

Matthew 11:25-30

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