Letting God know, is how to lay our strivings to rest.

Letting God know, is how to lay our strivings to rest.
The reflections we receive from other people’s reactions toward us can be hurtful and inaccurate mirrors.
How do we process this and use truth to combat it when those mirrors begin to show us ugly things?
Only an idiot stands at the window during a lightning storm at the beach.
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… … That’s me. I’m an idiot. A very awe-struck, intrigued, curious, and humbled idiot.
A jealous person will always prevent you from seeing the good and beauty in yourself.
A short story fable.
This garden will always have been a blessing to me, and now I let it grow and reverently sit in its shade.
for,
to revel in something, but not ruin it, you must be reverent and respectful of the treasure it is to cherish.
And it kills me to remember you shaking your head, after you came to me in tears, and walking out that door to never come knocking again.
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I still want to grow old with you if you’ll let me. If you’ll help me rebuild these broken pieces of this once-most-beautiful home.
Everyone extraordinary was once incredibly boringly ordinary.
Distrust has wedged herself again between these two tortured souls. Neither knows how to fix or approach the other and this disconnect–this silence–may be deafening for a while.
“You will be so thankful when you find the one who will share with you the cherishing of one another’s souls.”
Please do not use me, I am tired of the pain of a raw and discarded heart. Am I no use except being needed? Am I nothing to want? No, I deserve to be wanted, and am tired of being needed.