I’ve always been good at forgetting, I’ve mustered the skill, but lately, to be honest, I’ve been dealing with so much anger, I’m so triggered to be vengeful even if I know it would not do me right and so much hate is surfacing from places I never even knew existed.
Someone I met for the first time, while attending church last Sunday also for the first time this year as I’m not really a church goer, felt like she needed to share this with me.
How wonderful, how awesome, that God sees, God knows. And when you truly listen, God speaks, sometimes through angels guised as strangers.
Maybe it’s time to stop running, to stop forgetting and instead start to remember, to surrender, to let heart. After all, I do not walk this life alone.
Thank you for this Karen.
I never intended to unload all my drama on you. I didn’t mean to burden you with what’s going on with me. But I did, I still did, because somehow you knew, you could sense that something’s up, something’s wrong, without me having to say anything. And I guess I was comfortable with talking to you, you made me feel snuggly comfortable even if we were countries apart. You’ve heard from me all that was ugly but you made me feel pretty, you made me feel perfect. You gave the soundest lectures. You made sense. You made me laugh by acting all silly during the worst times. You diverted my attention to talks of aliens and outer space which was kinda cool. You showered me with flowers. You made me feel safe and I’m sorry that you’ve to constantly deal with me and the rest of me.
Thank you. Just thank you. It may just be words, sentences, conversations, a chat thread, a voice message, but know that it means a whole lot to me, a whole lot. Thank you, really.