Jen's p.o.v
I am looking for Jesus in the mist
of this hot mess, my so called life.
Mother Mary whispers he is here,
but I don't see him. Brutally shaken
and broken, I wander off. I take care of myself
until other wise. I am looking for Jesus in the
mist of this chaos, a health and faith crisis.
Surrendering remains a constant
struggle for me even in the end.
