So easy to doubt myself
So easily swayed
To mourn dreams slipping away
To pity my blessed estate
As thuogh applause should appear to purchase my happiness
Oh, the lusting hunger for applause--
That deceptive promise of worth,
A noose upon my soul and mind.

Be gone! sinful heart,
and yet it stays until
I rest the questions before God
Seek His matchless face
His Beauty, Grace
And Truth

God has granted me the
Opportunity of Woman and Wife
To practice submission
And thus know my Christ especial

That seed diving, planting downward, dirtward, dark-ward,
To lose myself in little others
To bid dreams farewell
To give 'til it hurts, waiting for joy,
The hope of new life surpassing mere "seedness"
Per His plan.

Lord, I yield.
In yielding to Your face,  I wonder
At the joy of simple being,
Little people growing,
Eyes trusting,
Sins restoring
Characters building
Hearts softening
Minds above all curious...

I wonder how mourning
Turns to morning
When questions are rested in the presence of Your Face.