Sunday, January 31, 2016

  My folly amazes and appalls me.
There is contentment.
And then there is being comfortable with the world.
Why do I let myself so easily be satisfied?
Building little gods that hold only the power I endow them with.
I do know better.
That there is more.
That I was made for more.
To worship my petty idols is wrong.
Yet I do it.
And I am sorry.
Living in a human skin is hard.
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  1. June's NotesFebruary 4, 2016 at 6:29 AM

    This is a great poem, Hannah. Your desire to love the world less will be fulfilled as you grow older and press on in the Lord. It is a battle for sure. All things have their proper places in life...just not between you and the Lord Jesus. Press on, sister.

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  2. UnknownFebruary 6, 2016 at 9:01 AM

    Thanks Mrs. June :)

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