
Lots of things are loud.
Like fire drills.
Like train stations.
The city.
Crowded buses.
Airports.
Motorways.
Lunchbreak at school.
And life.
Life is loud sometimes.
It is MESSY and CRAZY and LOUD.
It is like
a crowd of people all
SHOUTING
different things at you
YELLING AT THE TOP OF THEIR LUNGS.
It can feel like there’s this
MASSIVE
GIANT
HUGE
pressure building up on you.
The pressure to get good grades.
The pressure to be perfect.
The pressure to be on top of everything.
The pressure to date like everyone else does.
The pressure to look a certain way.
The pressure to wear this.
To do that.
To speak like this.
To act like so-and-so does.
To be better.
To be prettier.
The pressure, the pressure, the pressure.
It’s LOUD.
it BUILDS UP.
getting LOUDER AND LOUDER
IT CRESCENDOS
TO A FORTE
UNTIL
IT BLOCKS
OUT
EVERY OTHER NOISE
AND
YOUR FINGERS GET SWEATY
AND YOU CAN’T
HOLD
ON
ANY
LONGER
AND
YOU’RE
S
L
I
P
P
I
N
G
ABOUT
TO
B
R
E
A
K
YOU NEED TO S C R E A M
AND THEN
BANG
all of a sudden,
you can’t hear anything else
except
THE PRESSURE
THE PRESSURE
THE PRESSURE…
it’s so loud.
the loudest.
louder than anything else.
you don’t know if there is anything else.
but there is.
there is.
it’s the
still
quiet
voice of our saviour.
i n a u d i b l e
above the noise but present if you block out everything else and listen
just listen.
and He tells you it’s
o
k
a
y
that you’re safe
with Him.
He tells you you’re
beautiful
and loved.
so
very
very
loved.
He tells you the story of how He made you
how He knitted you together in your mother’s womb
strand
by
strand
creating your very being
making you unique
and perfect.
He tells you of how
He has
your name
on
His hand.
You are His.
and He tells you how much he’d do for you.
how much He’s done for you.
how He died for you
even though
He didn’t know if you’d ever love Him.
and how he loves you
so
much
right
now
that he’d leave all other 99 sheep to look for
just
you.
and suddenly
you’re
f
a
l
l
i
n
g
again
but this time
you’re
f
a
l
l
i
n
g
gently
into
the
arms
of
your
saviour
because
actually
His
voice
has
been
the
loudest
all
along
.
I love this Megan!
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thank you!! 💛🤗
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Wow Megan, this is such a sweet poem! I love the message! I definitely feel a lot of pressure these days, and it’s so good to run back to His Word to “hear” his voice! Also, if you know, what style is this written in?
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Thank you thank you thank you Makayla! And I have no idea about the style… sorry haha! I’ll be honest, if sort of just turned out like that 😂
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You’re so so welcome!!! 😄
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Woah! I just found your blog and this is awesome!! You have such talent!
-Haley
ps. Thanks for the follow on my blog!
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thank you Haley… you’re so so sweet!! thank you for following along with my blog too, it means the world!!! 💛
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