Many people are born crying, live complaining, and die disappointed; they chew the bitter pill which they would not even know to be bitter if they had the sense to swallow it whole in a cup of patience and water. They think every other man’s burden to be light and their own feathers to be heavy as lead. Yet, if the truth were known, it is their fancy rather than their fate which makes things go so hard with them.
I think of my anger and bitterness, and I can’t help but hear Christ telling me to lay it down. When we hold onto what causes us to grow angry or even more bitter, we lose the energy to pursue God. It is a tiresome thing to hate, to hold onto a pain that should have been long let go. It’s not easy to let go, but it is necessary; so we must ask God to take it from us, and in that request we lay it all down.
Weary traveler, maybe you are exhausted because you are carrying more burdens than you are supposed to. Let go of the past, and allow God to heal you and restore you. Because in that restoration, you shall see a loving God desiring for you to chase after Him, and you shall finally have the strength to do so, because you no longer spend it on things that give no joy at all; So live, love, forgive, and move on. This is worship, this is faithfulness, and this is obeying God even when it hurts.
Nothing makes God look as beautiful as when we, who have tasted his goodness, would use our lives to testify that we will forego any momentary joy in order to taste more of him.
What you girls have to understand is that one of the most attractive things you can bring to the table is modesty and being hard to get. Just that quiet confidence that comes from godliness. That ability to know who you are and because you know who you are, you don’t need the affirmation of a man, because you’ve got the affirmation of your God. Men will look at that and say, there is something different about her.
I’m angry, I’m angry at the boy who said he would love you till the day he died, but I guess he died when he left you. I’m angry at the boy who made you think your innocents could so easily be taken, when it was never his to take. I’m angry that he made you vulnerable, and now you regret ever being so open. I’m angry, because he was a lesson you never signed up for, and we were never meant to learn from the class of heartbreak. I’m angry, and I can’t do anything about it, but say that you’re worth more than what he gave or took, you’re worth more than late nights full of tears and early mornings filled with silence.
You are the warmth in a hug, and the beauty in a sunrise; and I’m sorry that he made you feel like the cold in an empty room and the smoke of a blown out candle. I can only hope that you’ll love yourself again, because a star may feel alone and unwanted, but the world lays in wonder of the beauty that star gives. Your soul is endless, it would be a shame to think anyone could steal that truth.