there’s a part of me I don’t understand
there’s a part of me I do
when I think of all the writers in the world
I think ‘who am I’

but then I think of my identity
it’s not found in writing
it’s not found in ministry
it’s not found in parenting
it’s found in Him
the Reason I write

every one has a story
worth writing
every one has a heart
worth opening
every one has a mind
worth closing

when I think about how I think
how I live
my moments of quiet contemplation
I wonder a lot

wonder can be good
and sometimes bad

I wonder
will he find me
will he love me

and then I remember
it’s not so bad being alone
then I stop wondering
because it’s easier