Made in love, not China.

I've not only found myself with love embedded in all my question marks I store, but I've discovered I'm made in love, and as though that is not enough weight to carry, I am to love others, consequently while they are all busy staring googly eyed at each other. But love is patient and kind my friends, so I'll wait and be a nice girl. And while I'm sitting on this what seems to be customized bench, I avoid looking lonely by getting up and pacing the concrete, but my shoes are thin and my feet are burning, all because nothing is easy.

Admitting such a universal truth is an outright humiliation and accomplishment but most importantly, it strips us of any righteous indignation we conjure up because we want to feel in control. Vulnerability runs too sparse in other's and myself  but it's the very thing that saves us. I want to be so vulnerable I refuse to hold back anything when you look at me, I'd  put myself on the outside just to be able to enjoy what may lie on the inside, and I'd accept the fact that I don't know what I want, even though  I knew I didn't want  that one guy.

 I don't want want to try, I want to be still but continue to move you, others, and myself.

Sit the Lord says. 'Go and make Disciples,' that I can do, but sit? Really? Anything but that I tell Him. But the path he has laid before me that I can potentially stay and tread on is appealing and I'm thinking I'm going to need feet for such a march, so I sit and wait and be a nice girl.