Miry Clay and Cement

You remember when you first met your love. Went home after that first date. Eyes wide, staring at the ceiling for longer than you should. Heart still pounding, because you saw something. A spark. A glimpse. The future of your futures exchanging words.

So many questions. Is he? Is this? Could it be? Would he really? What if? No, wait. Can it be?

And as time walked around and down and through, it had its way, and you eventually stood in white and those questions were met with answers. Answers of promise. Answers of hope. Hands held in security and unending love.

Present meets a rambling past and he still chose you. He still said yes, YOU ARE WORTH IT.

He was suspicious, but most of them are. Never appearing how men think they should, but the potential inside was fit for a time greater than 24. Refining takes time and thank God we haven't stopped evolving. Thank God.

How can I love you more than now, for surely I do, more than ever before. Oh how naive I was. Heels and a head full of cement. But willing. That I was. That I am. Take this miry clay of ours and mold it however you see fit.

Children folding packages with blankies and coughs resounding in the monitor, I've slipped away from reality and into thanksgiving. "I'm playing now too", I tell the kids. Reminiscing. Thankful for husband. Thankful for a BIG GOD who holds all the plans. And they're good. They're so so good.

(I literally can't choose one song or one set of lyrics, but my writings today come from the soaking sounds of WILL REAGAN and the United Pursuit. Endless Years is their newest album.)