it's

it's easier to believe in God
when life isn't quite so constant
when hopes are dashed like clockwork
when humans aren't quite so predictable

it's easier to trust
when He only asks for things that don't matter
when pain's not been a more consistent friend
when hope is flowers & Hallmark cards
- not razor blades in the dark
when I face the terrifying truth that I'm just not that special

it's easier to pretend it's my life
my world
when He's not quite so quietly solid
when I'm not faced with my broken blocks of a life
when He lets me cry and
makes me feel beautiful because of it