We are destined for the death of our own heaviness.

i guess my grandpa dying is a thing that happens at 28.
suns setting — endlessly,
and days trickling away — quickly.

So I know it well, but I know my Jesus deeper. This hasn’t been in the click of a button, nor will it ever be that simple… a fight for the intimacy that heals me fully and wholly.

why don’t we normalize that chronic pain is REAL, and know that it’s okay to hurt, but it’s also not okay to stay there.

so i’ve fought to understand,
because my brokenness gave me no choice. 
and i will write the hard things,
forever and all of my days.