Redeemed

Song I wrote last night:   "Falling Through the Cracks" I've been busy... losing myself. Don't know quite what to do. So much worry, always in a hurry. Can't stop being blue. You don't have to worry, or be in a hurry. Child I'm here for you. You're stressing over something,  when it's really nothing. I wish you could see what I do... I love you. I never take a break except to have a little heartbreak. I don't stop to breathe for real. I don't know what to do cuz part of me is falling through the cracks. Time passes by and I never know quite why I can't speak up for myself. Life flies by, so many missed chances. Lord I need your help. I'm falling to pieces with a smile on my face. I'm laughing when I should cry. Somehow I don't know when to give up or when I need to try. I feel really pathetic hiding my emotions, my talents my time, all I do. I'm tired of being a loner, but I'm afrai

Life has been busy lately... mostly it's easy to slip into complacency, thinking what does it matter if I reach out, go the extra mile, seek God or not?  Sometimes I miss the early days of my faith.  I was so broken and raw before God.  I had nothing but Him to hold me.  As I get older and have more of a predictable, secure, if sometimes monotonous and unsure existence it is harder to trust in God. I remember when I would wear skirts no matter the temperature.  I just wanted to be colorful and free.  I still am that person inside.  I was walking the other day and slipped on the ice, slightly scraping my knee through my tights.  It's dangerous to wear a skirt in the midst of slippery ice.  It's dangerous to be a free spirit in a slippery world. I am very introspective at times, writing in my journal so fast I can barely understand it.  But it is so hard to get out of my head, push myself to give myself to God when it's easier to stay trapped inside. I've let my