my mess

a poem

Photo by Shiona Das on Unsplash

Faith is an oft-underutilized muscle, 

And there are times when God feels more theoretical than tangible. 

What I am learning in this season is there is no perfect faith, only persistent, messy faith. 

For the days when retiring to my bed feels deserving of a gold medal, praise sprays from my lips. 

O, how I loathe and love my flesh. 

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softly,

dev<3