Unacknowledged anxiety. Questions big and no response. Waiting. Patiently, I think. Second guessing historic whispers. Unspoken insecurity covered up with confidence. Stirring for something more, something greater. Faced with the mundane. Hopeful, but hearing the voice of reality. Sleeping, for it is the only way you know to find the rest you are looking for.
The voice comes bright in the morning.
"Do you believe?"
Bent but not broken, shaken but still standing, wounded but not scarred.
Today, I believe that Your grace is sufficient for me.