Written when I was thinking about the limitations I tend to put on God, because I can’t always remember that He is ALWAYS bigger than I could ever imagine.
I often ask myself is it too much to ask for freedom, peace, and a life of hope
I often ask myself the questions that I know You will answer for me
The things that I think I want, do they align with your heart
The things that I am striving after, do they matter in the light of eternity
Is it too much for you to hold me when my heart is breaking
Is it too much for me to ask the questions that lead me to trust you more
It never is too complex for you to figure out
It never is too small to escape your knowledge
Is it too much because I feel emotional and don’t know the right words
Is it too much because I cry and try to talk but can’t because I’m thirsty
It never is beyond your comprehension, even when my words don’t come out
I often wonder, if you care about the little things, but you have told me to look at the birds
I get overwhelmed, is it too much for you to handle
I get frustrated with myself, because I forget you know the answers
I tend to remember the times that I chose to doubt instead of trust
I think it’s because I am afraid of being left alone, abandoned, forsaken