Psalms of Olúwalónimí

Ground zero. More and more, I feel empty. Everything I thought was at the tip of my fingers, I question. Over again, I'm asking... Why do I do the things I do? The sewing.. The writing.. The music.. And all that's in between. I don't seem to remember much.. To play the keyboard sef has been war. Am I sure of what I know? And if I know, who enables me?

Everything is crashing in. So much to do So much to learn So much is expected And it feels like there's a little time But isn't that the lesson? That through the wringing and stretching we learn to walk... Yielding totally to Him. Broken yet useful. He enables, And every little step further is a victory. I won't crash. I breathe. I forge on. I pray peace. I find peace.