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?

~~~~~

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.