When I Fail

When I fail. I’m tempted to run. To run back to the comfortable. The easy. To just stop and give up. To just say that I’m done.

Worn out. Desperate. Tired.

I want an escape. To get out. Away. To be still and to run at the same time.

Time. It’s what I need. Time to think. Time to hear my God. To hear Him speak.

It’s what I need. Yet, during those rough patches I am so tempted to just be the opposite of who God has called me to be.

{ This was a post that I wrote in 2015. A poem of sorts. That’s something I love. Poetry. It’s raw. Doesn’t have to be perfect. Allows me to be me. Real. Transparent. Unashamed.}

Seeking Him,