"sometimes"

"sometimes"

Sometimes I want to cry, and I do. I cry very hard.

Sometimes I want to grow my bangs out, but I quickly change my mind.

Sometimes I lose my patience, but I'm thankful for mutual love and respect.

Sometimes I question other careers, and I wonder why teachers get treated so poorly nationwide.

Sometimes I want to quit, but I remember I'm not a quitter.

Sometimes I watch teachers that are really great and I want to be like them.

Sometimes I struggle with bitterness towards white people, but then I remember grace.

I used to wish my skin was lighter. That was really stupid.

Sometimes I worry too much about what others think about me, but then it's like, "Karen, you're awesome."

Sometimes I think about the migration laws, and it pisses me off.

Sometimes I want to be alone, but I might forget to eat.

Sometimes I think about how God delights in me, and I delight in Him.

Sometimes writing helps me process better, but I don't carve out enough time for it.

Sometimes I'm afraid of death, but only because I'm afraid of how it will happen.

Sometimes I'm unafraid of death, but only because I'm confident that someone will come to know Jesus because of it.

It will probably be because of my joy.

And that's okay with me.