Believing

Am wondering how to keep going,

The journey has been so long, so far eight years,

And I'm not through yet,

Still more to come,

How much longer?

I know, at least two point five.

So my goal is to make it that far.

I will need help that's for sure,

And encouragement, and faith, and trust,

And to know that someone believes I can succeed,

Even when I want to give up.

I'm believe, or at least trying,

Sometimes that's all I can do, is try to believe,

That You are here, encouraging, having faith, trusting, and believing in me.

I sometime forget that You are always here,

Wanting to hold me, and help me,

And try to do it on my own,

Sometimes I feel like I might be close to getting it right,

But then I mess up.

That's why I wear "Imperfect" on my finger,

As a reminder that I'm (not) perfect,

That You are,

And that I can stretch out my hand and You will take hold of it and not let go.

So I'm here believing You are here,

Wanting and almost feeling a hug of encouragement,

And resting in Your arms.