Tuesday, November 21, 2017

In this moment of knowing..

His love have been real through all the storms.

I'm thankful He is there through all the struggles with cell attendance this year.
That His small nudges remain clear.

I'm thankful for the people surrounding me.
The ones that gives me keys.
The ones that read my rants.
The ones that pray alongside me.

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I do use misdirection to ease myself out of situations.
I do use random situations as excuses.
But I don't lie and I don't make up excuses.
My imagination was never subject to that and will never be used that way.

I am clear about this with my whole being.
If you are going to lie and going to disbelieve me, then that's just too bad.

Monday, November 20, 2017

Keys



The one thing that screams trust to me, over and over again.

I'm so grateful.

In that same train of thought, only a handful of people have driven Odie.
And none of them knows how significant that is.

Wednesday, November 1, 2017

An artidote thought

Being compassionate isn't a flaw.
Don't stop even though it hurts right now.
No one else has the same capacity as you do to love and be compassionate.
It is what makes you, you.

Don't compare how strong someone else is to be able to harden themselves and let go.
Because that's just not you.

Let it out now, all those bottled up tears.
And once that well dries up, you move on.

Tuesday, October 17, 2017

Doubt..



Birthed from an ambushed answer.
What greatness can you possibly be?

This is one of those works done out of desperation.

I don't do my best when ambushed or cornered.
It hurts to see this.
Both physically and emotionally.

Especially when you have pointed out everything wrong and expect an apology for getting you in this mess, but there is none.

Oh, the trials of dealing with idiotic people.

Monday, October 16, 2017

The heart...

It is hurting.
From disappointment in people.
From being ambushed so unexpectedly.

It is compassionate.
It sees someone looking helpless.
It sees how disorganised everything is.

So it puts aside the hurt and reach out to help as much as one can.

The irony is how it is all from one same source.
To have such capacity to love those who hurt it.
Those that caused so much tears over and over again.

It is a very special heart indeed.