Contention competing against contentment
Storms of the face
Are they the storms I face
Reflected in my pace
That put me in my place
Did I respond to Grace
As a basket case
In an impossible race
Do I continue to chase
What is already in place
Can I see without a trace
A King from an ace
Can I be a broken vase
On a dusty bookcase
Time to embrace what I can’t erase
Back to the shoe lace in the foot race
No headwinds blocks win wins.
Yes is on the table. 2 Corinthians 1:20
Repentance. Handover mouth.
The lamb saved my ass.
The rising relational pain tolerance where the ouch doesn’t put us on the couch as a grouch.
Often triggered without lasting fire.
Dangerous rapids.
Hows pest.
Humpty grumpy.
The art of an art.
Tunnel vision alone in the tunnel.
Love teaches me how to live lovingly lawfully, not love awfully.