When Longing Meets Belief
I think of a future where you and I may no longer be.
At times it feels like a sentence —
as if God has closed His hand against us,
a punishment for the wrongs we cannot erase.
But then another voice whispers
that it is only my fear,
a shadow my mind casts on the light.
I long for a life that stretches wide and forever with you.
Yet I question — is that desire mine alone?
Am I holding tighter to my own dream
than to the will of the One who writes eternity?
I’ve been learning of Adam,
how through him the door was opened,
how humanity began to add their words
to the Word that was already enough.
And I wonder:
am I guilty of the same?
Do I add my own longing
to the hope of what God has spoken?
No wonder my spirit feels torn —
caught between faith and desire,
between what I want
and what I do not yet understand.