I am striving to embrace the realities of this season, yet
my arms cannot find a comfortable position in which
to hold it all.
Maybe because of the pain that is so cyclical,
these arms weary at the thought of extra weight.
Perhaps they have tired from being raised in praise
of a god that does not look like me.
They are also, always, partially full;
cradling the emotional well-being of two small humans,
hoping to have the space to show them the beauty and power
of a self-embrace.
love this so much!! so glad you're here :):)
So so grateful to be!!
"my arms cannot find a comfortable position in which/to hold it all" really got meтАФ I feel like you perfectly describe a feeling that I've had a hard time putting into words. Thank you for this!
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I am striving to embrace the realities of this season, yet
my arms cannot find a comfortable position in which
to hold it all.
Maybe because of the pain that is so cyclical,
these arms weary at the thought of extra weight.
Perhaps they have tired from being raised in praise
of a god that does not look like me.
They are also, always, partially full;
cradling the emotional well-being of two small humans,
hoping to have the space to show them the beauty and power
of a self-embrace.
love this so much!! so glad you're here :):)
So so grateful to be!!
"my arms cannot find a comfortable position in which/to hold it all" really got meтАФ I feel like you perfectly describe a feeling that I've had a hard time putting into words. Thank you for this!
ЁЯе░ЁЯдЧ