Between the Lines

Morning coffee, little feet across the floor,

Someone's laughing, someone's knocking at the door.

Plans are waiting, dishes piling by the sink,

And my heart is doing way too much to think.

I've been looking for the answers everywhere,

In every silence, every word, every stare.

But maybe life was never mine to understand,

Maybe all I need is faith to hold my hand.

I've loved too hard, I've worried through the night,

Tried to make the pieces fit just right.

Now I'm learning I don't have to know

Where every winding road will go.

I'm living somewhere between the lines,

Between the laughter and the harder times.

A little bit of chaos, a little bit of grace,

A thousand little stories written on my face.

I don't need tomorrow figured out tonight,

I don't need every wrong to turn out right.

I'll love, I'll laugh, I'll fall, I'll rise—

And trust that God can read between the lines.

There were times I called the thunder love,

Held on tight when I should've had enough.

Now something quiet doesn't scare me like before,

I'm learning peace can be worth waiting for.

Still, some nights my mind becomes a detective show,

Looking for the things that I don't even know.

Then I put the phone down, laugh at myself and say,

“Girl, not every mystery needs solving today.”

Some people stay and some just pass on through,

Some break your heart and teach you something too.

And every season leaves a little light

To help you recognize what's right.

I'm living somewhere between the lines,

Between the laughter and the harder times.

A little bit of chaos, a little bit of grace,

A thousand little stories written on my face.

I don't need tomorrow figured out tonight,

I don't need every wrong to turn out right.

I'll love, I'll laugh, I'll fall, I'll rise—

And trust that God can read between the lines.

Someday there'll be roses by a little garden gate,

Children running through it while the dinner's getting late.

Maybe someone sits beside me, maybe that's not mine to know—

Either way, I've finally found a place where I can grow.

And if the road gets messy,

Well, that's what living does.

Faith was never knowing—

It's walking on because...

I'm living somewhere between the lines,

Making peace with all these changing times.

There's laughter in the kitchen, there are tears sometimes,

But even broken chapters can become a beautiful life.

I don't need tomorrow figured out tonight,

There's Someone who can see beyond my sight.

So I'll love, I'll laugh, I'll fall, I'll rise—

And trust that God can read between the lines.

Between the lines...

That's where the good stuff hides.

Between the lines...

“MAMAAAA!” (child voice)

“I'm coming!” (woman, mother voice)

Yeah...

That's my life.