A journey of joy bought with pain. A challenge of choice. A making of wholeness from brokeness.
Our lives are a journey that we walk together not in order to become "good christian women," but rather to draw near to God so that we can reflect His light to those around us. Our stories, our paths, our dreams and our message are all unique. But we hold hands and walk boldly, fearlessly......onward...creating joy, hope, faith and peace in our wake.
Monday, March 14, 2011
Give Me the Words
I have no words for the feelings I have. Not words that can make him understand. Over and over I go in my head. How can I do anymore to make it sink in? I don't need anymore conflict. I just need to be able to tell what I need to tell and be heard. But, I have learned in these last months that it's not about that. Communication is about him feeling better. Not about figuring it out. Not about hearing. I've heard for so long. I've responded for so long. But now I just keep avoiding confrontation like the plague. I like communication, but I'm done fighting.
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