#writingarea

[writingarea]

I long for a home long lost,

A path I wandered out of.

My steps are hasty and my heart anxious.

Never should I have turned from You.

Forgive me for not knowing You.

Help me find my way back to You.

My soul is a drought when estranged from You

As imperfectly as my heart can

It reaches.

Teach me Your way—

to love,

For I have forgotten how.

[writingarea]

Not sleeping the night before an important day should not be the norm for me

[kinseykeys]

(via #FirstLineFriday: Welcome to my Memoir) “The urge to call my dad crept into my mind a few weeks before the devil found him dead at his kitchen sink.”