I feel like you’re lost.

“I feel like you’re lost.”
My guard comes up.
I push it down and lean in.
“What makes you say that?”

“Your carefree demeanor.
The questions you ask.
The answers you seek.
Your detachment from the world.”

I ponder these words,
Reflect on my choices,
Search my heart,
And conclude the following:

I have never been more found.

Life is hard,
I no longer fight it.
The right way to live,
I no longer seek it.

Praise and recognition,
I no longer crave it.
Worthiness and love,
I have all of it.

I met myself with Jesus.

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