rested on the plot of grass In front of
that smooth black granite, A bouquet of
white yarrow in her hand, In all
directions: corn, Raspberries
on the tree line, And those
white flowers in the ditches On the side
of the road.
A road where black goop
filled the cracks As though it could glue scars together With its stick. The heat
of the summer Would enrage the goop
into little bubbles, And the bubbles would burst and stick to everything. Somehow,
it even clung to the yarrow petals Speckling my grandma’s
trying to teach me something,
And, like the
I don’t know what it was,
But it stuck to
my hands, my feet, Left its
residue for hours, And clung
to everything I touched.
She was trying to teach me something, And maybe it
- this black film Sticky on my hands - It’s still there, Touching everything I touch.
gotten used to it.
God created you to know Him. You weren’t ever meant to walk through life alone. Don’t waste time trying to find God by trying to “find yourself” first. It doesn’t work that way. Seek Him first. When you find Him, THEN you’ll find your purpose because He’s the One who gave you it.
I often think that I’m not where I want to be at this age, but I need to remember that where I am is exactly where I need to be at this point in my life. If I focus harder on my passion for helping people, my path will continue to lead to where I am meant to be…
Sometimes God works behind the scenes… sometimes His work is center stage and the star of the show. Regardless of whether you can see Him working in your life or not, He truly is. You are not unnoticed by Jesus. Your prayers do not go unheard. He sees you. He is piecing the puzzle of your life together and the comforting thing about it all, is that He already knows what the whole picture looks like. We can trust Him. :)