Why do I grasp for the temporary, while the divine is defining the unseen of my day?
I read about being crowned with steadfast love and mercy.
I close my book and imagine my list of trivialities.
My satisfaction comes in forms conjured by man.
My comforts come in pleasing my own desires.
Yet you forgive and heal and conquer mountains I put in my mind.
Why do my satisfactions wane so quickly?
My distress is bound in your grace.
My joy is wrapped in your goodness.
I want to live under that.
Knowing that you are enough.
Enough for today. Enough for my wanderings. Enough for me to rest in a valley of satisfaction.
You are enough.
