Sometimes I feel like I’m lost in the woods
Branches and pathways ahead
These are the times I forget who is with me
When I don’t understand and ask Him why
When I want to know what is up a head
But I feel like I’m blinded by headlights
Occasionally seeing glimpses of things
yet to come
But there is gold to be found in the
seasons of inbetweens
Lessons of patience and grace
Despite all the questions
At the end of the day I know that I am loved and His even when I wander
He is still right there.
C. Farish 25.10.19
Sometimes I like to write. 