Blundering Back to God

Of One Self-Slain

By Charles Hanson Towne

When he went blundering back to God,

His songs half written, his work half done,

Who knows what paths his bruised feet trod,

What hills of peace or pain he won?

I hope God smiled and took his hand,

And said, “Poor truant, passionate fool!

Life’s book is hard to understand:

Why couldst thou not remain in school?”

This poem has long been one of my favorites.  It’s short, yes, but it makes its point well. And for me, it’s personally relatable. I struggle with my relationship with God, and many times, it’s when I’m at the very end of my rope that I turn back to Him and go sobbing back into His arms.

Honestly the past week month year has been a huge struggle. The past few month, it seems, especially so. And it seems that now that I’ve finally hit rock bottom,  I’m finally looking up. Blundering back to God. It’s not pretty. Honestly, it’s a mess. I’m a mess. But God works with messes. It will all work out in the end. Todo va a salir bien.