this is good

romans 8:28
i stare at the words,
trying to understand.
they swirl around
in a jumble of complexity
like a painting
with so many splattered colors,
you can't even pick one out.
this is my life right now.
i can't even talk
when I'm just trying to breathe
so why would I understand?
all things work together
for good 
but this isn't good



romans 8:28 
my bleary eyes can't focus,
and the dark stains on my fists
feel like the bruises
of a too heavy weight
rather than yesterday's mascara.
i know He keeps His words,
but why can't i see?
why can't i feel?
what is this?
my head drops,
my face pressed against the words.
all things work together 
for good
but what is good?

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romans 8:28
my fingers trace the words
inked onto the tattered page
but i don't need to read again-
they're a part of me now.
ever since His finger traced the words
onto my wrung-out soul,
and i felt the whisper
that flooded my being
with the meaning of good
all things work together
for good
and this is good



romans 8:28
i stare at the words,
trying to see them
as i once did before.
but i can only drop my head
and thank Him
that He is good. it is good.
others wouldn't say that
that things are good right now
because not much has changed
except my heart
and i hear the whisper again
"child, you want to know good?
good is when I'm most glorified
and all things work together
for good"

so this is good.

let there be light

let there be light
the words burst forth into the nothingness,
igniting everything and dividing the dark.

let there be light

the words cut through the slab of heart,

removing the stone and replacing it with flesh.

let there be light
the light floods in, creating the colors,
creating the prisms and rainbows yet to come.

let there be light

the light pushed in, pure and bright and white,

clearing out the darkness with its radiance.

let there be light
the flood of warmth pulses through the waters,
stirring its depths into a habitat yet to be inhabited.

let there be light

the windows of the soul are thrown open wide,
 for the Light of the world has taken up residence.

let there be light

and it was so

the colors of His faithfulness

faithfulness

she watched the word seemingly etch itself out onto the smooth sand

by the relentless waves that foamed and swelled, rose and fell

it all seemed so beautiful now, so perfectly fitting and lined up

now that everything could be seen, but it wasn't always that way

on the other side of the sand, the green-blue crests animating the sea

were a reminder of the murky uncertain depths that some must come through

but also a reminder of the beauty that eventually arrives

when one finally surfaces and looks around

the colors of faithfulness are alive and pulsing

faithfulness

he stared at the word scratched into the dirty metal bars

by hands which once inflicted deeper wounds into souls

it all seemed so cliche now, a testament to a change of heart

now that everything was changed, but it wasn't always that way

on the other side of the gray sheet, the letters crudely carved

were a reminder of the heavy burdens some must come through

but also a reminder of the beauty that eventually arives

when one is finally freed and looks back

the colors of faithfulness are unyielding and relentless

faithfulness

she traced the word out onto the foggy windowpane 

by fingers which once couldn't follow even the simplest of lines

it all seemed so easy now, so attainable and in reach

now that everything was good, but it wasn't always that way

on the other side of the glass, the fiery colors painting the fading sky

were a reminder of the fiery trials some must come through

but also a reminder of the beauty that eventually arrives

when one finally finds strength and stand up

the colors of faithfulness are fiery and strong 

faithfulness

he followed the word with his eyes, scrawled in huge letters

on the side of the street by someone who once read words much worse 

it all seemed so bright now, and like a dream where everything is clear

now that everything looked different, but it wasn't always that way

on the other side of the wall, the colors so boldly splashed

were a reminder of the confusion that some must come through

but also a reminder of the beauty that eventually arrives 

when one finally sees the light and steps out

the colors of faithfulness are bold and clear 

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the colors of faithfulness

are too many to count,

but they're any colors He uses