Finding Momentum

Jesus, be my Sat­is­fac­tion. It’s hard to know that, ya know? Some­times I feel an empti­ness in all the won­der­ful things you say about your­self and myself in you. And I won­der: is it you? Or is it me?

It’s me.

I’m anx­ious. I crave approval. These are my weak­nesses, and I daily wres­tle with the latent fear that per­haps I seri­ously missed some­thing that our MTV peers said. I’ll chase those phan­toms forever.

You whis­per, you swell in me and I remem­ber. Some­times I lit­er­ally feel a flood of relief pour over me. Some­times it’s an uncon­trol­lable gid­di­ness. Some­times it’s not an emo­tion but a silent wave of peace where my being cries, it is well, it is well with my soul.