Healing.

It's hard to not have the words.
Not have the wisdom or courage to really know what to say.
Usually you can bring up the Lord and He'll do His thing of weaving in and out and making things known. But sometimes when darkness looms, we lose sight.

We forget why were here. Just here in this moment, maybe. Just not knowing why we're in this heat and humidity and stuck in anything but what we want. But what do we want? Do we want that fresh ressurection of life and trees and the feeling that healing is everywhere in you can pour out your soul, knowing you'll get filled back up by the community you're in. By the nature you're around. By the God who makes it enough. Who makes it, worth it.

Just that. Just this. Just the insence I just bought, and bad converstions you have to have inorder for the good to come again. In order for clarity and in order for healing, I guess.