miss you. No longer do I cry, grieving the past, remembering the moments, mourning the could-haves. You are a sweet and impactful part of my past, but my future is so full of God’s goodness, and His divine will for my life feels so imminent. Ah, I love you. But I am beginning to love more of myself, and the person that I will become.
Please work in my heart. You and I both know that I need You, more than anything else. Reign in my attention, help me hone in on all that is Your goodness. You know all of the workings of my heart, and in Your hands is where it is the safest.
I’m replaying that moment, in the hopes of never forgetting, never letting go. Sweet memories, sweet incidences. Sweet nothing with the hopes that they will turn into somethings.