His.

It hits you in very certain moments of stillness or even movement and you know that He has never left you. You know that His grip is firm even when you tried to scramble away and do it on your own. It’s so hysterical how we do that, yeah? God has this intrically perfect plan right in front of our faces and our noses are stuck in the clouds full of meaningless dreams.

The sad part? Well it’s that I already know this. I know that He is crying out,

“DAUGHTER! Hey you, there! Just follow me. Follow my voice, I’ll make sure it’s loud enough to hear.”

…and it always is. We just crowd our minds with thoughts of our own ideas and Satan becomes powerful because we are subconsciously succeeding at silencing our FATHER! Our Dad. But He’s really always louder. It’s just where we choose to put our hope; our passion. Geez why do we do that? Why do we try and try and try even harder to silence the ONLY one who’s got it right. I’ve been realizing a lot of this, lately. Kelsey has a great idea of what she wants to do with her day, her year, her life…her heart. Kelsey has all of these ideas and Kelsey wonders why they never do work out.

Because they are hers, and everything should be His.