I wish I wanted to know you

Who are you?
I miss being in this place.
As faith waxes and swells deep into his temple,
I’m not sure I recognize you.
My sin is as plain as the blur before my face,
But I’m listening harder now,
And I can feel the earth shaking.
I wish you only knew what the truth is,
Because then you could tell me when I think I don’t know,
Then we could make it stronger together,
But I’m afraid I don’t know you,
And in a season where its hard to know myself,
I’m not sure I want to.


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I am a second-grade teacher and pastor-to-be who loves people. I spend my weekends with friends or wandering the museums of DC alone and with a journal, trying to put words on the places of the soul that still feel wordless. I spent most of my days at school trying to learn patience through my students and running on sheer nerdy passion. I follow Jesus Christ, and savor that as my most important identity--that I am a child of God, as are infinite others, regardless of their other identities. Christ is my one thing.

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