I come to you—

broken and inadequate,

wondering what you see in me.

Some days are like this,

when the clouds hang low

over my heart

and you seem hidden

somewhere behind them.

It’s part of the veil, perhaps,

that we must endure

until we see heaven.

I don’t like it.

This morning

I long to see your face

to hear your voice,

to have your arms around me,

to know your love fully.

This world is breaking my heart—

all the pain, the hurt, the suffering.

I didn’t know that it would

be so hard to hear those stories.

Tears slide down my face now

as I cry for them,

these daughters of yours,

so broken and so blessed.

I am one as well.

Imperfect and immeasurably loved.

Fallen and fearfully, gloriously made.

Weak and wonderful.

Today I’m tired of the in-between—

the place separating now and forever,

the space between broken and whole.

Today my heart is a little girl,

just watching out the window,

waiting for you, Father,

to come get us all.

About Holley

About Holley

Wall Street Journal Bestselling Author and Life Coach

I like humans, words, and good coffee. And I’d love to help you beat what’s holding you back, become all you’re created to be, and kick butt for the greater good.

Cheering you on,

Holley

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