Sorry Mr. Cash

The more that God grows me, the more bold I become. The more bold I become, the more I fear finding a counterpart who can handle me. Vicious. Terrifying. Cycles. My only hope is knowing that I am not forsaken. That if God is capable of growing me, in the leaps and bounds that He has, then a man out there is rising to a standard of leader that I can't even fathom. My complete desire to remain pure has been looked at as fear. Looked at as a lack of experience. And, when I do fail, when I do stumble, and try to get back on my feet, I am looked at as a mockery to the Christian faith, by the world. I am human, and I am learning to live in - walk in - and rest in my heavenly identity. It's not easy. It's definitely not graceful. And at times, I do trip up. The beauty in it all is God's adoration for my heart. His belief in my strength. His hand that continually reaches down to lift me up. I will continue to embrace the change. I will continue to stand up. I will no longer walk the line.... Sorry Mr. Cash.