Lack of faith.

Maybe I lost the courage to keep it or

Got sick of covering it up in front of the people who I knew thought it would be stupid or preachy.

Or maybe I was too much of a coward.

Maybe You weren't smiling.

Maybe it made You sad.

This one friend said other people viewing me as "the Christian girl" was a testament to my faith, but not when I'm so quick to deny such a faith as sculpting the way I live.

I lied. 

I am who I am, because I'm not my own.

My world tumbles down when I don't have someone to rely on;

When I stop praying at night;

When I forget how great, loving and wonderful HE was and is;

Then I realize I can't run from such a love.

So with a sharpie in one hand, and a bare wrist in the other, I write the words Isaiah 6:8. 

Live it.

HE>she that lives in me.