I want to run
But I’m still here.
To run, not from God
– but from the people who use his name.
I journey, I work, I pray
I grow (I think), I play
And then, just when I think the hard work is clear
– then I am told again, “You are not ok…
You don’t match up, you let us down!”
God knows I seek with all my heart a life of integrity and service.
And so I want to run, escape to a place where it’s ok to be me.
I cannot go – God put me here.
But here hurts – not at a physical level
Here hurts who I am, who I am wanting to be.
Here negates, crushes, diminishes, destroys.
And I am still here.
Written by Brenda Timmer
