imperfect prose on thursdays...i choose him

today i am linking up with emily for imperfect prose on thursdays

and i leave behind capitalization, punctuation and fluff

choosing instead unedited thoughts and transparency

because sometimes we just need to talk

no walls, no rules, no expectations

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i must confess this type of post scares me more than any other

words written are not forgotten and do not disappear

what is it that frightens one in sharing, in being open

i ask this question and know there are many answers

fear being the root of all combined

rejection, judgment, condemnation, misunderstandings, opinions

but when i think of all these, and then Him

the others seem to lose importance

silly and irrelevant to this space i now occupy

once lost in what seemed a found place

bound by the unworthy and untrue

tangled and alone and thirsty

even now should i accept all things

i might travel that road once taken

but forgetting those things behind i press on

keeping my eyes on the one who saves me

when hard days come and clouds threaten

i remember he never changes

i remember his words and they are true

i remember he still speaks

and i listen

what is this all for if not for him

no longer interested in this thing created by man

i choose him

brought into a large place

i choose him

rescued and redeemed

i choose him

forgiven and set free

i choose him

just him