what's it that I'm gripping,
hording for myself?
what do I want control over?
selfishly planning according to my ideas and agendas.
honestly, these questions go deep.
so deep that I want to push away,
fearful and un-trusting,
they humble me from pride.
strip me of my exterior.
and yet I still push.
I still think God might rob me of joy and goodness.
I think he will convict me of sin I'm comfortable with.
I think I just might have a better idea for my life then him.
it's all stupid.
our Daddy isn't a thief of joy.
he hates what separates us from him.
and with him, we can completely fulfill the life we were designed to live.