Between the tea and toast

Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever.

—Psalm 23

Clam.

Clam.

Mother.

Stay the hell out of my life.

Stop meddling in things that have absolutely nothing to do with you.

Stop treating me like a baby.

Piss off.

Marry me.

I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I want us to grow old in each others arms.

Amen.

Amen.

For we, we are not long here
Our time is but a breath
So we better breathe it
And I, I was made to live
I was made to love
I was made to know You
Hope is coming for me
Hope, He is coming

Your silence hurts me more than your words ever could.

The List

They’re all part of the list

The things that I miss

Things like your funny little laugh

Or the way you smile

Or the way we kiss

What I noticed is this

I come up with something new

Every single time

That I sit and reminisce