Look into my eyes
And hold my heart
Full of veins and real life
Make my life as real as my heart
Beating, boasting
Yearning for something
Like air
I'm married. The man sitting across from me proposed last year in March and we tied the knot that September. It's been silly, difficult bliss ever since.
I'm restless. The only thing I can think to do is dig and dig and dig until I find something that makes my heart pound and my eyes shine. Maybe it won't be that obvious.
I'm changing. The Jesus I thought I knew is ever changing in my mind's eye. One exciting thing is that he's never finished with me. Never. I have hope and change for all of life.
