as i wrote in a poem recently, i believe a relationship with God is “a step by step masterpiece”. or, in other words, it doesn’t just come into existence and that is it. it is a constant, every morning decision that get’s stronger and stronger with each step. and sometimes weaker and weaker. and sometimes we stop completely. it’s not always the same. it morphs, it weakens, it strengthens, it moves like a living organism and we can’t deny its changing rhythms. we can’t box up a breathing and moving God.
to paraphrase a favorite quote, God is a surgeon. He’s going to tackle your most fatal wound first. He’s not going to work on the scrape on your knee when blood is gushing from your neck. And, in your relationship, piece by piece, He’s going to work on all the other places that need fixing.
that is how i feel right now. no, i have not taken steps backwards. no, i haven’t “slipped away”, “went a different path”, “become worldly”, or whatever else people like to word it as, because i don’t think it’s ever that black and white.
you’re not one foot in, one foot out - you’re three toes one way, with the last two trying to go the other way, and the whole other foot is burned off up to the ankle and even if you knew where you were headed, you can’t walk and get there. and you’re begging for guidance but you’re alone. you’re all alone. you feel all alone.
it’s not simple. it’s a moment by moment, decision by decision, prayer by prayer, step by step masterpiece.
my heart is broken for many reasons. i hate him, i don’t like him, i don’t want anything to do with him. i’m in surgery and God is working on my fatal wounds. bitterness is just a scraped knee and we’re both more worried about the blood loss. what i’m saying is, i don’t believe in him at all but my heart is broken and i’m desperate to be fixed. and who knows, if he can fix my heart - well, he can take the rest too.
Drowning wasn’t how Michael expected it to be. There wasn’t a white light or a tunnel up to heaven. His life didn’t even flash before his eyes. Just purple. Countless shades of purple was all he could see, like swimming in Ribena. Michael felt his heartbeat slow and arms and legs go numb as his brain shut down. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the feeling of the current playing with his fingers as the silky water lowered him down into the dark.
Or, the one where Calum is always in the right place at the right time, and happens to have pointy teeth and a sharks tail.
note: ok omg this is my first ao3 fic so pls be nice and also im posting this @ 4am so im lowkey dead :-) this is based off the florence and the machine song ‘between two lungs’ so give that a listen 2! the writing starts off a bit shaky but gets going p soon! please read the end authors notes too + i would love some feedback!!