Some people think I’m crazy and maybe some days they’re right I laugh and sing as much as I can and stay up all hours at night.
People caution me to slow down take it easy, rest - do much less but what they can’t see and what they don’t know is that there’s too much life in brokenness.
Broken is a tricky word in life, it seems to be connected with the good and the bad although often shattered in pieces, left lying for dead, the brokenness I’d much rather have.
I want the reliance upon God, my father, A devout heart to him alone. I want to live each day, better than the last and make my heart, His home.
I want to live each day as if it’s my last, take every opportunity that comes my way Stop and admire every detail Keeping nothing and no one at bay.
To offer forgiveness where forgiveness needs to be and holding no grudges toward another to love all unconditionally as a sister or a brother.
Some may call it ignorant, unreasonable rash or whatever, I call it crawling out of my shell living each day as if I won’t live forever.
So look out world, I’m on the loose, Living as if this day were my last Looking ahead instead of behind Putting the past, in the past.