In need of the forgiveness to flow through me.

It’s impossible joy to not have it in me.

The weather beats me.

And the rain has more laughter and joy than I do.

It has one job and it does it effortlessly.

I have one job and I struggle on it daily.

Forgive me Father, for my inability.

To reach out to you when in need.

Sombering in my flaws.

Eating up the space for You to be in.