conversations – TheKiaraProject

The dryness of the air suffocating the words left in me

Mentally I thirst for Your Love and continue to faithfully pursue Thee

No amount of transgressions has shaken this feeling thus far or stirred me beyond recognition

However, physically, I am as stiff as a board just waiting for You to ground my feet

Just saying this out loud to You is embarrassing and I am ashamed of this hesitation

Asking are You there has not been the question for ages

Rather how can I be more like You remains a heavy destination

This assignment is still overwhelming and guidance may not always seem as transparent

The thought of staying in this place with falling leaves occupying the Spring was my poor attempt to not take on the physical responsibility anymore

Maybe the naive thought of continuing this journey with some ease (and potentially a little more time) is what I hoped for

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Please forgive me for this empty explanation and I know the excuses have been reached a dead end

Our conversations can initially appear so complex only to be resolved with a humble submission

Your grace is undeserving and no amount of words can ever fully articulate my appreciation

So now I say to You that I am ready to let go of the dead and allow these branches to start budding with Agape again

Can somebody explain to me what is going on!!? The tides were calm and steady. Our sails were flowing with the wind, pushing our ship along the waters. The sun was nice and bright. Everything was good and it seemed as though nothing could take this peace away from us. But then this raging storm just came out of nowhere. We were so blindsided by its force that I could not process what was even going on. All I knew was that the tides were no longer on our side. My state of mind immediately became uncontrollable. Our beautiful ship was being engulfed by the large body of water. Our world became dark.

Now we are here, alone, fighting to stay afloat. My heart and mind are in a race, still trying to understand how it took only seconds to change my life for the worse. I call out to God, searching for an explanation rather than a rescue. For some odd reason, I can accept what happened, but not understanding why is what is bothering me….The last thing I remember before the wreck was opening my mouth to have an honest conversation about someone, on another passing ship, who had caught his eye.