all along the watchtower

I’d rather lay alone than in the arms of someone not meant for me.

I’d rather sit in the stillness of the unknown than rush my own agenda.

I’d rather sit at restaurants by myself than sit with the company of someone while wishing they were someone else.

I’d rather lean into the faith I have in God’s plan rather than force my own.

I’d rather take my time and grow deep roots than plant a full-grown tree that will bear no fruit and eventually wither away—all because I was impatient.

I’d rather spend months in solitude with God, weaving out every single knot in my mindset, than a lifetime convincing myself I was right and knew better than Him.

I’d rather trust in what I can’t see than repeat the pattern of what I’ve already seen.