
I am incredibly blessed. The Lord provides. Details to come later, but let’s just say that I’m at a good place in my life right now thanks to a handful of people and most importantly, Him. I can’t help but to praise God!
Maybe it makes sense now. Maybe somewhere in all of this there’s a reason. Maybe somewhere in all of this there’s a why. Maybe somewhere there’s that thing that lets you tie it all up with a neat bow and bury it in the backyard. But nothing, not getting angry, not prayers, and not tears, nothing can make something that happened unhappen.
I haven’t felt this bad in a long time. And I’ve had my share of crappy days. Nothing feels right. I feel .. dejected. I’m at an all-time low. I feel like no one understands what I’m going through .. how I’m feeling. People appear to care on the surface, but there’s not a single person who sincerely cares enough to really break down these walls. There is no one who will take the time to listen to me vent about my life without making their own problems seem worse. There is no one who just .. gets it. But I can’t blame anyone for feeling the way I do. Maybe it’s my own fault for building the walls so high that I don’t give anyone a chance to knock them down. Or maybe it’s something else?
Sigh. Deep breaths.
I’m really stressed out about a lot of things. It’s getting very difficult just to make ends meet. I don’t know how to fix a broken friendship and it’s killing me. Everything I do or say just seems to make it worse. My intentions always seem to get tangled up and misunderstood along the way. I just want everything to be normal between us, but it’s proving to be a challenge more and more each day. But I know it’s worth the fight so I’m gonna keep trying. I just need to be patient.
Blessed is the man who perseveres under trial, because when he has stood the test, he will receive the crown of life that God has promised to those who love him.
‘Unfold’ by Jason Mraz
My whole body hurts a lot right now. Not only do I have the usual arm pain, but my back, shoulders, neck, and legs are all hurting too. I completely take for granted the fact that I work at a physical therapy clinic and thus, can get treated/fixed for free. The mentality I have is this: “It’s okay if I get hurt because I can get fixed at work!” I need to stop thinking that way, seriously.
It turns out that there’s an irregularity in my nerves that makes me more prone to forearm pain, which explains why I’m always hurting even though the soft tissues are fundamentally just fine. Just a little bit of compression on that bicep nerve can cause so much sensitivity to the inner part of my arms. Sometimes I just want to chop them off! But then I watch these videos of Nick Vujicic and realize how selfish it is for me to say such a thing! That guy is truly an inspiration.
Sigh. Perhaps it’s about time to start on the P90X plan. I need to get back into shape. Maybe then all these problems will go away.
Sometimes love is like a lightbulb in an empty room. It has the chance to go out, and when it does, we freeze up. We walk with eyes closed, finding a way out of the darkness, to bring light back once again.
But sometimes we don’t want to suffer the pain of bumping into anything, or getting hurt on our way out, so some of us stand still. We decide not to escape it, and our eyes get used to being open but seeing nothing at all.
Those people wait endlessly hoping that someone will find them, and they stand in fear, perfectly still until it happens.
(via boymeetslove)
I have found the paradox, that if you love until it hurts, there can be no more hurt, only more love.
(via unicornology + scout + jotterbook)
My hope remains :)
Here’s a challenge: Try not to smile while watching this. It’s pretty hard, isn’t it?
Today is Global Food Crisis Day. $13 can feed a child for an entire month. I know you have $13 to spare. Go make a donation and help someone less fortunate than you :)