Everyday, every single second, is full of choice.

I choose to stand loud and proud,

to believe in the Light when sun starts to set.

Every time has a season. And every season has an end.

It’s what I do in the between, from mountain top to scenic ridge,

that sets my journey apart.

My faith is in His grace, and what He planted in me.

I’m not gonna feed my weeds,

Call them fear, doubt, and strain.

It’s those good seeds,

Love, hope, and vision to remain,

I’ll water in the dark,

Knowing the Son is on his way.

When words like cancer and demons named rejection coming knocking,

When the scale doesn’t move,

When this f*cking disease just won’t go away,

I am not alone.

Love is my foundation.

The best is yet to come.