I always wanted to belong.
I always prayed that you see me as your own.
An outsider, trying to fit in.
Is this how you saw me ever since the beginning?
So hurt by your words, I don’t deserve how you treat me.
I’m tired of explaining when you’re not even listening.
Yet I am called to love you.
Even when it’s hard to do.
Lord, help me.
Cover me with Your grace.
Please let him see.
Help me reflect Your light in me.
I no longer want to talk it out. It’s pointless. Do you honestly want to hear my side? Or have you already made up your mind?
It leaves me with nothing more to say; it’s going to be a one - sided conversation anyway. I’m tired of listening and always the one yielding.
Right now, the place where I am is not the place I want to be.
Know how to identify the ones who will be there for a lifetime versus the ones who are only meant to last a season. In your heart, know where people stand and invest accordingly.
She once told him that she wants to live in a house with a swing.
She went on telling him about it quite dreamily.
He once drew her a picture; one she fully remembers:
a guy, a girl, and a little kid - holding hands.
They were stick figures.
And behind them were a little house, a tree, and a swing.