so much.
all at once.
not only are things always changing.
so are we, so are our feelings.
motion sickness.
you lose track of the confidence you had to conquer.
the truth of God never changes, but our circumstances do.
this is why God must be our foundation.
for his intentions include our win.
our only change within should be growth in an unmoving truth.
we adapt to our circumstances, but within Gods standards.
always.
God's truth versus reality.
separate the world from your internal.
emotions precede weakness.
as a girl, born and raised of the world. hard is an understatement.
complete restructuring. thuglife. 🎀
but it rewards in complete peace.
positions in front of open doors.
and more doors, & more doors.
doors we walk through. leaving some place for another.
we spend time building keys.
that open doors.
because our aim is always forward.
this consistent fear i have,
masked with insecurity is ever returning.
i can figure it out, but i can't escape it.
it's this inevitable hold that's making my journey take 40 years.
sacrifice is the only thing that will conquer it.
denial of our deepest temptations.
one by one we have been approaching them,
one by one, we defeat them.
but this one, years in the making,
& i have fed it enough, it consumes me.
I'll lock it up, but I've never thrown away the key.
& it's root is attached to so many other flaws,
so many other obstacles.
kill this one, kill them all.
i don't even know how to begin the approach.
can't even fathom the victory; not willingly at least.
but it's inevitable. it's in my forward.n
it's another key.
completely manufactured from our willingness to endure.
keys open doors.
