Often, because we hate true misery where we are, we pursue a false felicity elsewhere—thinking it will change our fortunes.
Something I’ve been thinking about a lot recently comes from the story of Abraham:
God tells Abraham to go and sacrifice his son Isaac. And...
Why does this still hurt?
i need someone to talk to, i need someone who will be there for me on my bad nights and on my good nights and all the nights that i swear i can’t feel anything, i just want someone to be there for me and i want to be there for them. i want that with someone again, i had it and i lost it but i still have so much in me to give, but no one to give it to
Let someone love you just the way you are – as flawed as you might be, as unattractive as you sometimes feel, and as unaccomplished as you think you are. To believe that you must hide all the parts of you that are broken, out of fear that someone else is incapable of loving what is less than perfect, is to believe that sunlight is incapable of entering a broken window and illuminating a dark room.
My heart is missing some important people today. People that I feel were unfairly ripped out of my life. Where someone else’s decisions changed what my relationships looked like.
Great things have been happening. I can’t even share it with them. I can’t pick up the phone and say “guess what?!” God has been doing great things but I often am reminded of the wound that I feel like hasn’t healed yet.
I hate that I’m not able to celebrate life with them. I hate that this has taken away years worth of friendship.
But I know that God is good. I know that He is the healer of the broken hearted. I just miss them, Lord. Some days it’s just hard.