Oh, God how do I best serve you?

I know longer know what I should do

I thought I knew the dreams that you had for me

I thought I knew what you wanted me to be

But all the doors are closing and I'm on the floor 

My heart no longer wants to do the simplest chore

I feel so unsure

I'm so tired of knocking on the door

But this is where you want me, isn't it Lord?

Alone, insecure

Here I am on the floor, worshiping at the closed door

There's no more I can do

There's nothing I can be

But Lord now I see, I need this moment to be free

I need this moment to be all that you want me to be

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God is teaching me right now more then he ever has about adulting and being the Christian he wants me to be. I wrote this poem a few weeks ago when I was most unsure and I want you to know: This isn't the end. Courage, dear one. If you're also feeling the pangs of uncertainty, it does get better, just continue to trust in the One who made you.