Struggling - A Poem

I’ve been struggling lately,
I wonder who God is.
Is He there, is He real?
Does He hear me?
I read the Bible and it tells me He does,
but I keep talking and I’m not sure he’s hearing.
Maybe He doesn’t hear ME,
then again, maybe I’m not hearing HIM.
 
What I do know?
I know it’s far more beneficial to me to lean into the unknown, the uncertainty, the pain,
than to walk away and chase after the numbness, where there’s no pain or uncertainty.
The willingness to sit in the uncertainty, that’s where growth happens.
I want to grow, so I stay.
I hang on, white knuckles and all.
 
Grit your teeth, clench your jaw, glue your feet to the ground.
Do what you have to do. Just stay with it.
Some of the most precious things on earth have to go through fire
 to be molded into their most beautiful state.
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                                                                                                       ~ Liz Austin 2019