This feels like the universe patting my head and going, ‘okay sweetheart, stop wrestling with the wind.’ I love the whole ‘you planned this life over lunch with God’ part — it made me picture myself ordering dessert while signing my own plot twists. This was such a gentle nudge disguised as a poem. Loved reading it~
Woke up this morning to this
Wonderful read
God bless you!
Th am you David
This poem feels like a hand resting gently on the shoulder, urging us to soften into life.
It reminds us that acceptance is not defeat but a way of walking closer to God.
The verses speak to the ache of unmet desires, yet transform them into hidden preparation.
Every “no” becomes a quiet teacher, shaping us for shores we cannot yet reach.
Humility here is tenderness: bowing not in weakness but in trust that life knows the way.
The image of planning our journey with God over lunch makes destiny feel intimate, almost playful.
Faith is shown as listening, as noticing the day we are given and treating it as gift.
The baseball metaphor turns struggle into a game, reminding us that we play against ourselves.
Winning, then, is not about conquest but about patience, focus, and staying present.
Ultimately, the poem whispers that peace arrives when resistance ends and trust begins to breathe.
Thank you so again for your wisdom Adriao
This feels like the universe patting my head and going, ‘okay sweetheart, stop wrestling with the wind.’ I love the whole ‘you planned this life over lunch with God’ part — it made me picture myself ordering dessert while signing my own plot twists. This was such a gentle nudge disguised as a poem. Loved reading it~
Thank you Asuka. I truly believe it and so say the saints