Friday evening scribblings

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


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