Me And God Got Back Together ©Dawn Minott | with audio video

On By Dawn MinottIn Poetry

So me and God got back together.

Yeah, after all this time.
After all the running, the hiding,
the loud nights where I pretended I didn’t hear Him calling.
After all the “I’m fine, I got this” lies
I told myself—
we got back together.

It wasn’t some grand moment—
no fireworks, no choir singing, no hallelujah in the sky.
It was quiet, almost shy,
like old friends meeting after years of not knowing what to say.

I had my reasons for leaving—
you know, life be lifeing—it gets messy,
prayers feel like they hit ceilings,
and shame?
Shame builds walls so high,
you think not even God can climb them.

But there He was.
Not with anger.
Not with a list of everything I’d done wrong.
Just… waiting,
Patient, like He always knew I’d come back around.

I didn’t bring much to the table.
Just my broken pieces, my worn-out heart,
my questions that don’t have answers,
my faith,
or what was left of it,
clinging by a thread.

And you know what He said?
“Welcome home.”
Two words that melted years of distance.
Two words that drowned out the lies I had told myself:
you’re too far gone,
you’ve messed up too much,
you can’t come back.

But grace don’t work like that.
Grace don’t do math.
It don’t tally sins or measure the weight of regret.
It just opens its arms,
and says, “I’m here.”

Now, I’m learning to walk again,
this time by His side.
I stumble—
oh, do I stumble—
but His hand is always there, steadying me,
reminding me
that falling doesn’t mean failing
when I’m falling into love like this.

So me and God,
we’re figuring it out.
It’s not perfect—
I still trip, still doubt,
still ask Him why the world is so heavy sometimes.
But He doesn’t let go.

Every day feels like a second chance.
Every sunrise whispers, “You are loved.”
And maybe, just maybe,
this time I’ll believe it.

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In creative solidarity, Dee

24 thoughts on “Me And God Got Back Together ©Dawn Minott | with audio video”

    1. Thanks. I’ve been this way since a child. My mom told of me I mimicked every jingle that played on the radio making up my own words as my little girl brain couldn’t follow the lyrics. She only knew what I was saying when I muddled my way along to the actual jingle. She was with me in December and reminded me of that. I still do it to this day.

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