"I rest in the thought of rocks and trees, of skies and seas"
My soul pushes me toward progress. I have dreamt I was unable to accomplish something and kept up for hours, anxious, before realizing that the struggle was simply a fleeting thought, a manifestation of all the anxiety I allow myself to remain within my worshiping soul throughout the day. To rest in the Father, who is before, above, beyond oh how the words of my understanding cannot fully relay the depths of all that He is. Yet how foolish of me to lay this before you as the concrete longings of my heart. They are feelings, fleeing my heart at the sign of danger. I am quick to turn, controlling hands are quick to grasp the life I have been given, incredibly shallow are the breaths I inhale when I cannot trust in my Father.
This is my Father's world.
