Deep in My Feelings...

 Either we care so much about abortion that we neglect the gravity of other sins against God, or we care too little about abortion, while in heated focus on every other sin against God. Either we post anti-abortion quotes on Facebook and neglect the issue of pride, or we criticize those who speak up "too much" about abortion, showing our pride.

I used to lay in the cold grass on a hot day, staring at the sky I'd listen to the wind make music in the trees as I closed my eyes I'd lay there and think and dream about all I wanted to be One thing was for sure: I was never leaving Tennessee The days felt long and hot, but little me didn't care I'd run through the field across the street, wind blowing in my hair Back then, it took a lot to make me feel alone I had no reason to feel that way; after all, I was home. I walked through Central Park, taking in the madness and energy I closed my eyes, feeling a certain kind of serenity I stood on Bow Bridge, thinking and dreaming of who I'd be One thing was for sure: I was never leaving New York City The days felt short and loud, but 23-year-old me didn't care I stood on the subway platform, train wind blowing through my hair Even in a place with 8 million people, I sometimes felt alone But I knew without a doubt that this place was my home Now I walk into the apart...

We sold lemonade from a self-made stand, there on Charleston Street I think we only sold 2 cups, at 25 cents a piece Mr. Ray across the street had the best climbing trees The magnolia was my favorite, I'd sit on a branch dangling my feet In my backyard, there was space to run and play We'd be outside playing baseball, even on the hottest day Then at night, our neighbors would come over and we'd play hide and seek I remember feeling my heart pounding, waiting for Elizabeth to chase me On Sundays, we walked to church; it was also on Charleston Street In the second pew from the front was where my entire family would be My whole world was right there, on old Charleston Street That's my favorite place in all of Tennessee My brother and I playing Lord of the Rings In the tiny ditch down the road we called a "creek" I was always Gandalf, with a long stick I called a staff Ben pretended to shoot arrows; he was always Legolas 

 God, I haven't come to you. In my busyness and normalcy, I have neglected to come to you with my desires and dreams. I prayed so hard for a baby and when you gave me one, I was so happy. Then you took it away and though I was miserable at first, I learned to trust you. Then I just forgot you. Instead of running to you again once I reached the calm, I decided internally that I didn't need you anymore. Forgive me. I do cry out, for many things now. I cry out for my church, suffering from sin and complacency. I ask, I beg that you restore to the church the joy of your salvation! Don't just bring us a new pastor; bring us new life. Bring me new life. Where I'm lacking passion and desire, remind me it was once there. Where I'm lacking joy, remind me of who you are. Where I once had life, show me that you are a God that can keep giving life. You know I long for a baby, for a little one I can call my own. I will admit that I'm terrified of what it could mean to get pr...

America, the beautiful, the home of the brave and land of the free America is the freest place my ignorant eyes have ever seen In America, I am free to rejoice or to despair I am free to love someone, or act like I don't care Here, I can worship my God, or any other for that matter I can curse the Muslim and the Atheist; I can leave them shattered I am free to speak my mind, to spew out repulsive opinions Not only that, but I can have my group of pro-Trump minions In the land of the free, I can be republican or democrat I can be pro-gun, pro-choice, pro-pride, pro-cat With the same tongue I use to sing "This land was made for you and me" I can also tell you you're an idiot for stating how much better we could be I am free to smirk, lie, or post unbearably long Facebook posts And I'm free to drink to my fill and annoy you with my smoke I can speak as ill as I want about my government and president I can even vote him out and pick another president  Here, I know no ...

 Sometimes I feel alone in my convictions, like there's no one who feels the way I do No one who considers everyone's feelings before they choose what they do. I feel alone in what I stand up for; I weep because I care I wish what someone preached at church was what they lived when they're not there