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I think about love all the time.
I think about the times when someone doubted my love or other times I doubted the love others have for me.
I think back to the days when I thought the love of someone could heal the void inside of me.
and I look at myself now.
Here I am, in the same position. Right in front of my laptop, frantically typing my feelings down. Finding something that could make me happy again. Life is full of ups and downs, pain and joy, tears and laughter. I seemed to be over that small bump of laughter and joy.
I think about my family. I think about the times I was a let down, I couldn’t meet their expectations. I just wished there was something I had done that they could be proud of. I just wanted them to be happy. I knew they loved me and deep down inside of me, I knew I loved them too. I didn’t want them to see me cry, I didn’t want them to see me hurt. I wanted them to see that I am happy but sometimes certain circumstances just messes things up.
and I wanted to bring honour to the family.
I think about my friends. I noticed the number dwindling as the years gone by but what is left are a group of very special people who found their way into my heart. I realised the love I have for these people. Regardless of who they are, I knew I would always want to be with them. I would carry their burdens for them. I would do anything in the world to see them smile.
and still sometimes I feel I wasn’t doing enough.
I circled back to my trigger point. A broken relationship I had placed so much trust and hope in. I knew the waves of my own heart and the extent my love could offer. But even with a broken heart, I saw myself better off without you too. Despite juggling with everything on my hands, I forced out time to even be with the person I loved. I sacrificed a few things that were close to my heart just so I could be with him.
and I’m sorry some of these days I couldn’t be the best of myself.
This time I sat back. It seems as though everything was a mayhem except I had it all figured out. I wasn’t empty or lost after losing someone I loved. I was still caring for the friends who needed me and I was still trying to open my heart to my family. I have a lot on my plate and I had already lost my appetite.
I’m blank again.
I had spent 2019 trying to make others happy. I stopped writing my own year for myself. I had never pitied myself so much until I realised I didn’t know what made me happy. I had spent so much of my time trying to please the world and I had forgotten myself.
seems like I don’t love myself enough yet.
and maybe that’s why people think I don’t love them enough when it was all I have.
1 Corinthians 13:4-7 (NIV)
“Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonour others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no records of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes and always perseveres.”
To date, I may be happy with how I look, how I am. But there will always be a slight tinge of discontent. It will always be: I’m not doing enough. It is never going to be enough.
But the greatest comfort I heard from God was: but you are always enough for me.
Maybe I have fallen short in every way possible. I couldn’t possibly give everyone else their perfect idea of love.
But there was someone else who could.
Someone else beyond this world who was always patient with me, forgiving, hopeful and always believed in me even when I had done things to disappoint him. I know I’m not enough, I know there will be days I fall short and start to doubt myself but there is a man who loves me and he’s telling me: I will give me rest.
Psalm 147:4 (NLT)
“He counts the stars and calls them by name.”
I sit here frantically typing still with new revelations of His love dropping in my heart. Maybe this is why writing made me happy. It brings me closer to Him. He knows my name and who I am. He knows every inch of my heart and the truth behind it all. He knows everything and I knew I could never hide from him.
He loves me and wants to be close to me. He loves me and has never forsaken me. He loves me and made a blank canvas bursting with colours.
Throughout my life ,people told me to suck it up but God told me to give my troubles to Him and He will take care of me. I remember that one point in my life where I lost faith in God and forgo the hope of a better life. I remembered telling myself there was no point in things getting better when I was going to fall harder.
But this is me now. God has called my name and I am wrapped in His love. From the moment my walk with God started, I had fallen harder but smiled brighter.
Here I am. Blanked but not for long. This could be one of the worst battles yet but for some reasons I don’t find myself wavering.
Yes. Life is hard. You fall and never seem to get out of the labyrinth. But with God, He tells me his strength is with me and I say: This is not hard enough.
Romans 12:12 (ESV)
“Rejoice in hope, be patient in tribulation, be constant in prayer.”
Dear God,
I thank you for your forgiveness everyday. I thank you for your love and hope. I thank you for making me complete in your love. But God, now I stand before you broken once again. Would you please give me your strength, and fight this battle for me? I need you now, and I see victory in this exhausting war.
and I declare that in your mighty name,
amen.
your child calling,
grumpebi xx