it might be #sunny out,
but not #inside me.
i don’t always #clean
the #house that is my #soul.
and now it’s messier than ever.
i cannot let You in
now that all my furnitures
are upside down,
that my vacuum doesn’t function
as properly as it should,
that my #mirrors are in pieces,
and that many of my #writings
are wet with #tears.
shame and guiltiness
are always in the way
of letting you in.
but You, unfathomably,
showed me Your #unconditional #love
by waiting this whole time by the #door,
wanting to come in,
holding the vacuum in one arm,
and #kindness in the other.
You loved me more in my #darkness,
than in my #joy,
when i thought my soul #died.
now You are cleaning with me,
every #room of that house,
one step at a time.
now #humility and #righteousness
are slowly entering through
my #windows that were once
#stained with tar #fingerprints,
but now blessed with Your #touch
of #holiness.
