I want to love him freely.
I want to rejoice in his successes
and hold his hand through his failures.
I want to watch him become the man
he talks about being.
I want him to grow and thrive
and I want to be something that nourishes him.
I want him to disarm me when I'm conflicting.
I want him to defend and protect me
and I want to cry in his arms later.
I want to find what I've been missing
and I want to be what he's always needed.
These are but my wants, God.
Are they yours?
Why this weakness, God? Why?
I feel so vulnerable and invisible.
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