Little Steps

"Each little step toward the center 

seemed like an impossible demand,

a demand requiring me to 

let go one more time

from wanting to be in control,

to give up one more time 

the desire to predict life,

to die one more time 

to the fear of not knowing 

where it will lead,

and to surrender one more time

to a love than knows no limits.

And still, I knew that I would never be able to live

the great commandment to love

without allowing myself to be loved

without conditions or prerequisites"

-Henri Nouwen

I'm realizing what a journey life is.

A journey that consists of little steps.

This thing called faith is sometimes so simple.

It's getting up each day with hope in my heart,

Letting myself sing as loud as I can,

even when I'm fighting tears & doubts to believe the words.

It's the fidgety and awkward way in which I tell Him

that I am desperately afraid,

hurting,

confused.

Letting Him see inside to my brokenness.

It's choosing to take little steps forwards,

eyes fixed on Him,

to pledge my heart and life to Him all over again, everyday.

Letting Him be my bridegroom, 

the lover of my soul.