When it’s time, you’ll show up, and I’ll be happy to meet you.
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.