Belong

Tonight I sat here listening to Daddy give me a talking to. I'm not sure i heard everything He said, but I know part of it was painful, and in the end he made me laugh at myself for being so silly about trivial things.

Sitting here trying to write out what I've been going through the last two days, I found it impossible to figure the words that would accurately depict what I wanted to convey. I just realized it's not because of writers block, or for lack of communication, but my heart is yearning to not type but to strum. My fingers hit the key board and instead of poking, they began to pick as if the letters were strings...how I miss my guitar. Even if I was truly lacking in skills, it's the one thing that kept me balanced...God knows. I'm listening to the songs I used to play; they make me ache for a pick in my hand and a song on my lips. A day with just Yahsuah, me, my guitar and bible, and my troubles will melt away giving way to peace and hope; strength to focus on what really matters instead of getting overwhelmed by all that’s needless and wasteful.

Yahsuah, i need you bro to be by my side tonight; my heart seems beyond mending.