I'm feeling a sense of complacency. Like, I'm alright where I am. But mostly because I don't know how to move anywhere. If only I had a vision. Give me vision?
I'm feeling anger. Toward people who don't realize their many, many mistakes. Don't realize the affect those mistakes have on me. What kind of burden I've been carrying because of them. I should just love them, and see through their outrage to the pain they themselves are harboring. Help me love them?
I'm feeling stubborn. I don't want to help. I don't want to try; It's too hard; too painful. I'd need a reason. Give me a reason?
I'm feeling naive. So, so naive. Little do I know of the hurt, the pain and rejection in the outside world. There's so much, so much I don't see. Will probably never see. Knowledge and wisdom are not my strongest aspects. Bless me with them?
Oh, I need help.
I feel so young.
only a child.
entrusting children with precious gifts is unheard of.
And still I'm hiding. ever hiding.
will I ever be truly known?
even with that, my deepest desire,
I'm stubborn.
childish. always childish.
Will I ever grow out of those ways?
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talk to me about this please
I was thinking about you, and I wrote the following phrases down (just as much to myself, and many other people I suspect, as you):
~You don't have to give first for God to bless you in return.
~You don't have to do anything to make God proud of you.
~You have worth because of who you are, not what you do.
I absolutely adore you, my dearest Izetta. I'll be praying.
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