I’m laughing, I’m crying, I don’t know how to respond.
It’s been a long time:
I don’t want anything to change,
Yet it all could
And I’d feel the same.
The things that I still want so much
Mean so little
As to be ignored and
When life is so big and
After all that I’ve been through,
All that I’ve felt.
I’ve come to this place, here
My heart wants to melt.
I’ve found my place,
In line with God’s plan,
And that’s where’s best:
In the palm of His hand.
One of my earliest memories is being 5 and telling my mom in my adorable little voice, “I’m content.” I really was content, and I was happy about it.
After the divorce a couple years later, I didn’t ever think I could reach that level of contentment again.
Last night, I realized I have. Even the things I would change don’t matter enough in the grand scheme of things to change my contentment. I’m leaning on the everlasting arms of God. Hallelu Jah!