I want my life as perfect and beautiful as possible, the thing is, i cannot make it such on my own. I get this, it fades. I feel good, that also fades. HE DOESNT FADE. knowing this i still dance around him, my only joy, like an apache indian.
Life is a slow coast. I can't control it, i can only partially steer sometimes.
Father, how do you see me?
I want to thrive.
I want to be used.
I can't seem to reach you through this beautiful, frustrating mess.
Show up in an obvious way, thats all I ask.
Where? When? Him? Is this It? When will the beauty stop being elusive? When will YOU stop being so damn elusive?
You give me my dreams, why do you make them so hard to achieve?
Does my honesty please you? I can only hope because its all I can muster.
The ONLY constant is that love wins. PERIOD.
I LOVE YOU,
Meg
