Crooked Little Smile on Her Face

Tells a tale of grace that's all her own.

Sometimes I do feel like a fragile leaf in autumn. Just falling to the ground, without a sound.

When thoughts and words fail me, lyrics revive me.

I have kind of given up on the blogging world. I am finding solace between the covers of my own journal, often accompanied by a nice warm beverage in a coffee house setting with my iPod blaring. It's not that I don't want to share. It's just that each medium has a different tone of voice for me. And I need to hear my voice less and God's voice more. So sometimes I revert back to my old school ways, which has been very refreshing. As with everything lately, I want to be more consistent and stay at it. We shall see.

What does it look like to be anxious about nothing, but instead pray detailed prayers about all the crap that weighs you down? I really am feeling the weight of everything. And I don't like it one bit.

And I'm tired of trying to figure it all out on my own. I keep feeling like maybe I have what I want figured out. But that's just an illusion. Delusion. Confusion. I don't know how to invite my Daddy to help me figure it out either, even though I know He holds all the answers I could ever want. Sure, I invite Him. But I don't know how to listen to what He's telling me. I have a feeling He's telling me, but I can't hear Him.

Protect me, please.