It's your breath in our lungs.

So what will we do with it? Praise. Curse. Sing. Yell. Whisper. Be silent. Rage.

Whatever can i do with this breath? Now and in ten years. Our bones will sing Great are you Lord. Yes Lord, this is my prayer. Singing with my bones and Praise with my breath.

So what do i do that today instead I feel I am gasping for air. I cannot keep up. Again. And my circle feels so very small and still I cannot connect all the dots. Why? Im frustrated by my limitations. Im frustrated by he answer to again TAKE HEART and WAIT. Im lonely now. Im infertile now. My mom has cancer now. My husband wants meaningful work now. I want to be exceed expectations at work now. I want Hannah to feel known and seen now.

So what then? What with the breath that is waking me up in the night? What with the breath that is labored? Then also I want to still sing. But quite literally my throat is dry in striving, hoping and mistmatched pictures. Life is better and way harder than i expected. I can't seem to catch up with the disappointments right now to get ahead them. Still i believe my bones cry out of your greatness. But they are weary bones. How will I get to be where I/you have for me? Will those places every align? Will a heart with three homes find a resting place again?