good things, wonderful things. none of which i deserve

this title is how this season feels.
it feels so darn good.
and i am at a loss for words. that God would see so fit,
to give me moments that feel like the kinda dreams i want to keep believing in

its crazy because the love and joy and newness i've been met with so far this summer
has felt better than any story i could have written for myself.
it feels better than a sunrise,
better than fresh brew

it feels like heaven has been invading earth
this whole time
and like all the while i thought my story would end in pain,
God was whispering "you just wait, it's almost a new day"

it feels like a dream. and i want to pinch myself.
how is it that reality has exceeded everything i have always prayed for?

God you are so good.

You're so good to me.


-p

volkswagen camper

i saw a van
that made me think of you
and that crazy dream of yours;
to pack up one day in an old
volkswagen camper,
drive out west with someone you love
for days and nights with no end.

i think of that dream of yours often,
not wanting to be 'her'
but simply wanting, with all i am,
that under those endless stars you drive beneath,
will meet you a "forever" that does not fall short
of that wonderful dream