Shaping yourself into someone others might not quickly recognize.
God, be my rock. Be the one I turn to, rely on. Be the force I feel within my bones, powerful and electric. Be the energy in each cell, pulsing from my head to my feet, pushing me onward without fear.
Right now, you have the ability to change—not what has happened to you, but where you go from here.
This year, I’m letting go of people, of things, of feelings, of thoughts that aren’t mine to keep. That aren’t bringing me hope. That aren’t pushing me to be a better person or inspiring me to stand after I’ve fallen down.
Releasing is not synonymous with giving up. Releasing is space, new beginnings, and hope.
Because if God is writing my story, then it will surely be a beautiful one. It may not be an easy one, but I know it has a happy ending. I know it’s filled with dreams coming true and wishes being granted and miracles finding their way to me.
Although I never snooped before, I wanted to uncover every lie.
I like the way I’m not scared of forever when I’m standing next to you.
I hope you learn to walk away from what is not meant to be yours.
The smoke spews from my lips like all of the words I can never say.