this hope inside
inside of me
I’ve been trying to seek the silence and sit still with each waking morning.
Maybe it’s because I’m getting older, but the days are flying by faster than ever.
And when each day comes to a close my mind feels the way my body did after high school basketball practices:
And before I know it, another day is here.
Another day I am thankful for.
But another day.
I wake up and my mind begins to move, racing through what the next 17 hours may or may not bring, jotting down lists of what needs to get done.
A constant moving I haven’t learned to control.
But before my feet touch the floor I exhale.
And I remember God.
And I remember that He has placed a hope deep inside of me.
And I pray that is where it stays.
And then I get up with the hope inside of me and begin again.