I’m in a season of legos.
What is built now is not meant to last; taken apart and left out, what is clean one moment will sooner than later come undone. Reconfiguring and shaping the pieces in various ways- The carefully constructed life image I have inside of my head often cripples me from living present instead. I’m nothing on paper, no accolades to my name. No degree or title to join in the reindeer games.

A cuddle on the couch, a conversation in the car, I breathe in your magic and exhale what you are , who you will be

a season to check my spirit and pinch myself to remember the living answered prayers walking outside my heart

Coffee and prayer with a friend…In the near back ground with footed pajamas shuffling on the floors I am needed and important even in obscurity

A season of starting and stopping, not checking all the boxes before creating a new list. Back to the drawing board, Putting dreaming on the shelf, this life was not to be lived for just myself

I haven’t the time to compare my journey to another’s nor is it fair to define myself by the measure of a fickle world

I’m in a season of legos and stepping on them hurts but the love I give the owner will carry on to eternity

The love I give never wasted the time invested here is built to last