Love's Reawakening

So as an english assignment for class last year [AP Lang&Comp], I had to write a Shakespearean Sonnet on a specific theme that was given to us...lame i know. But I decided to have some fun with it and came up with this...

From once upon a time, to happ’ly ever

 After, I have been mistaken for bliss.

To them, I’m guided by lust forever

as they choose dandelions for daisies disk.

So blind are eyes that search for me, is why

A toddler loves a flow’r and plucks it from

The earth; my very soul is taken by               

The ones who crave the utmost I’ve become.

They paint me to be knight’s conquest to save

His prima donna, who, in her dreams is lost.

It’s reason why they’re captive by self’s grave

Not realizing their mock of me has a’cost.

I’m love. Despite all efforts to veil my heart,

My life, not even death will do us part.

Simply Made for More

So this year, I know Papa is calling me into something new. [but then again, doesn't He always as soon as you start getting comfortable with the distance you're standing outside of the box so many people put you in?] 

This past year I have been learning--

I am not called to simply listen to the sweet sound of my Papa's voice. 

I am designed to have ears attune to His every whisper, so that I may come to Him with the palms of my troubled hands open, exposing my depraved & inadequate human nature, and choose to remain in His presence while embracing my new status as a child who was simply made for more. 

I am no longer called to run after His perfect plan for me.

I was made to passionately chase, to run with utter abandonment in pursuit

 of a life saturated by holy obedience to the will of my Father

& of a life lived in a drought of seeking after my own selfish desires and worldly dreams.  

I am no longer called to simply have a hunger for His truth. 

 I was made to crave,,to desperately long not only for an intimate relationship with Papa or the freedom the comes from a life found in Him , not to yearn to know who He is, but to know Him.  

So for this coming year I know--

I am not meant to live life with a name like “mediocre.”

I was not called to half-heartedly seek or find safety in fear.

I will no longer be luke-warm.

For I have been simply made for more.