Ease: 3

Truth be told,
none of this is easy.

I'm angry, I'm weary, I'm afraid.

Truth be told,
I'm sick and tired of being always faithful,
always hopeful, always always freaking
expectant.

Of giving and giving and never never ever receiving
with this crazy conviction that I will love you,
no. matter. what.

This just feels impossible...

Why the heck am I here?

But.

All of this ranting, is me, in my flesh.

In my flesh,
I am impossible.
A monster, really,
clawing its way out of a cage,
out for blood.
Looking only for me.

He is the God of all impossible,
in Him is faith and hope and expectant joy,
unfailing always giving love.

I'm fixing my eyes, I'm fixing my eyes,
I'm trusting Him to restore my feet to solid ground.

Because I have seen it, and I know:
In Him, the impossible things become the easiest things.

[Pray it, pray it, with me, Amen.]

[ease, verb: make (something unpleasant, painful, or intense) 

less serious or severe; move carefully, gradually, or gently; 

ease, noun: absence of difficulty or effort ]