In the quiet

You see me, running and chasing

a world full of distraction and judgment

my heart torn and shameful; my words quick and angry;

my hands clutching too tightly to receive

You see me, worrying and forcing

a life that can’t satisfy or salve

my head questioning and doubting; my soul searching and longing;

my joy stolen by expectations

You see me, in all my mess and mistakes and futile attempts

to earn a gift I've already been given

my blessings countless and merciful; my sins forgiven and forgotten

my worth bound in your grace

You see me, and you wait

for my heart to soften, for my hands to open

for my soul to quiet

And you whisper,

You are loved.