Monday, April 11, 2011
You
I don't know whether it's a good thing or a bad thing that I met you. You’ve made me so so sad, but you’ve also made me so so glad.But I know one thing's for sure; I've never ever been able to talk things out like this before, like I have with you. I always end up losing them even before we get there.
Maybe because you’re older, and you’re more tolerant. But I’m still too young to completely trust in the hope of unshakability. That kind of faith is only present for God.
Even though there is one big factor that prevents me from fully committing myself to the hope of everlasting, which I was reminded of just yesterday, I want to cast that aside for now. I'll pray to God, because I know this whole experience was given to me for me to grow. I know that much for sure, even though I doubted it. In the heartache, I've gained.
Ripping the bandaid off, applying the iodine, growing teeth for babies - these things always hurt, but they're necessary, important, VITAL.
Thank you.
xoxo
Bex