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$21 • 6 • 22 //////////////////////////////////////// In the space of where I was, where I am, and where I will be, the only thing I know for sure is a lot of uncertainty. And so in all the gaps the only hope I have is trust; that you fill the inbetweens. The only hope I have is trust; that you are good that you are sure and that you are with me. Shaking and stumbling the end I cannot see, and so the only hope I have is trust; that you always were, always are, and ever will be. \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ by @wordsbyadelaide$

4 years ago

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$15•2•22 I didn’t intend this to be a 3 part series, but it’s kind of come out that way. And I think it’s beautiful that we end on this note; A new creation. Because more than anything else I can say, for me these 3 words carry the most weight. //////////////////////////////////////// If a new creation has actually taken place That means my past errors have been completely erased. So if this is true And this is truely the case Why does my past still carry so much weight? I want to throw myself into owning that I am free But how do I do that when it contradicts the things that I believe? Somehow, if you same I am new That means it is true of my identity. And though it clashes with my shame I want to fight to claim That who you say I am Is really me. \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ by @wordsbyadelaide$

5 years ago

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$17•2•22 This one’s quite vulnerable for me to post, but I’m just trying to keep my poetry authentic to the things I’m wrestling with. And I want to claim the truth that when Jesus redeemed me, he redeemed ALL of me- my past included. //////////////////////////////////////// I gave my body away to a stranger sometime ago. And so it’s no wonder I still struggle to feel like this body is my own. But somehow you have decided to make this body your home. And if one as beautiful as you could dwell within me maybe that is enough to atone. \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ by @wordsbyadelaide$

5 years ago

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$17•2•21 Trying something different out with these next few posts. I wanted to stretch a new kind of creative muscle- and there’s a bit of vulnerability involved in going out on a limb and switching things up this way. Swipe for the full poem. Thanks for taking the time to have a look :) //////////////////////////////////////// I used to chase things that would make me feel ‘alive’ But why did it always leave me feeling closer to death? I used to throw back drinks in an attempt to feel a temporary escape And I used to hold strangers near To try and fulfil a sense of intimacy. Anything to make me feel like I was owning my freedom. I got caught up In flashing lights and funny substances But For a time of flashing lights I’d never been so dark, And for a time of funny substances I didn’t seem to be laughing. I used to gamble with my body and place bets on my mind- What I was attempting to win, I don’t quite know. Because now I see all my gambling Has taken its toll On my soul. If it was meant to be a lighthearted game, why has it left me so heavy? I wish I knew then, That I am worth more than a temporary high And a strangers fleeting touch. I wish I knew then that gambling against my soul can only end poorly. And I wish I knew then, That I don’t have to chase things of death, to attempt to feel alive. \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ by @wordsbyadelaide$

5 years ago

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$15•2•22 I’ve been writing a lot of poems lately about my past, and it’s been incredibly helpful in wrestling with the shame that I still have attached to it. I’m excited to share these poems with you over the next little while. It’s really cool that I have a space where I can do that. So Thankyou :) //////////////////////////////////////// Who i was and who I am is not who I will be. My past is real, and full of mistakes many of which are not pretty. But somehow you say that it doesn’t hold weight over who I will become. And somehow I must believe this is true despite what I see and in this I am undone. \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ by @wordsbyadelaide$

5 years ago

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$23•8•21 //////////////////////////////////////// Desire is a fleeting friend, quick to rush in any direction. She weaves around in pointless circles and constantly motions towards a forelorn sense of “more.” Yet desire is a foolish friend, never quite settled on where this sense of “more” is satisfied. Only you can calm my foolish friend desire- for in your arms she stops running. \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ by @wordsbyadelaide$

5 years ago

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$6•11•21 ///////////////////////////////////////// I held my hands out desperate to feel someone hold them. And when they came back empty i realised my hands were intended for so much more than simply being held. So I raised them in worship and I put them to work instead. Suddenly I realised they were no longer empty. \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ by @wordsbyadelaide$

5 years ago

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$20•1•22 A poem on freedom (feat. rain sounds and screaming kids in the background). //////////////////////////////////////// I was given free choice of anything I could manage And I chose the things fleeting, That left me damaged. With quick hands and selfish heart I reached for cheap thrills And despite all the consuming I never was filled. What In the moment seemed pleasing Has left me hurt And I sigh as I ask “What was it all worth?” All the chasing and searching To hold life in my hands For it to only ever slip through My fingers like sand. If I was given the freedom To choose anything that I pleased Why did I choose the very things That hurt me? Maybe freedom without restraint Isn’t really to be free. Because when He entered in I couldn’t help but see A self-made image of wholeness Is not how its meant to be. He offered me a new way And he came and redeemed All the choices I made While longing and in need. And now I know the true nature Of what it means to be free Because now I have tasted And now I have seen; Freedom was never meant to point towards me. Freedom is to be found in HIM And it always will be. \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ by @wordsbyadelaide$

5 years ago

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$6•11•21 What if it’s as simple as an unhurried love that meets us in our present? //////////////////////////////////////// Between what I was and what I will be, I simply am and you’re simply with me. \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ by @wordsbyadelaide$

5 years ago

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$12•10•21 //////////////////////////////////////// Have you ever walked into a room searching for something only to forget what it was once you got there? I wonder if we do the same with God? We leave on a journey to go search, and along the way forget what it is we left to look for. I wonder if maybe though, its not a matter of “going out” to search, but rather, staying still to be found. \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ by @wordsbyadelaide$

5 years ago

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$29•9•21 //////////////////////////////////////// It’s okay to fall into grace, in a way that makes you come undone. It’s okay to embrace, the exposing and healing nature of His love. \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ by @wordsbyadelaide$

5 years ago

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$27•6•21 //////////////////////////////////////// I wonder, do we ever stop running away? Despite tired feet and tired souls we continue running in hopes of finding “something more”. And it never does quite seem to come. So I ask again: do we ever stop running away? Perhaps though, there is no need to run. Perhaps love is already bending to meet you exactly where you are. \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ by @wordsbyadelaide$

5 years ago

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