a poem for the year we've had

years and years of hard work
diligently putting it all together
piece by piece
thinking all is well
progress is being made

but then You
come and scramble the whole picture
leaving pieces scattered everywhere

You smile lovingly
as I sit in the middle of the mess
knowing that I don’t know
knowing that I’m undone
and thinking to yourself
now that’s progress.

“undone” by Jim Branch

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life is hard, friends. something we’ve all learned this past year. but truth is, hard doesn’t mean bad, it just means it’s hard.

hold on to that truth and look up. because God is with you, smiling and saying, “child, I’ve already won.”