Tonight, I met with my dear friends. I had written them a letter that I didn't take....didn't even completely finish...because it felt stupid. But, I told them that I had written it. It took courage to say...but, somehow it ended up lost in the mix of the night's conversation. So, it turned out that it wasn't that brave after all.
It's good to be with such nice ladies. Dedicated. Loving. Smart. How blessed I am. Yet, still, I know that though I try and desire to be able to say things, it must just not be the right thing. People really don't want to hear. Interesting to me.
But I know this one thing....I made it through. I made it out. And I am thankful for that. Very thankful. And though I can't make someone hear my story, I can learn to be ready to share it when it's appropriate. Not demanding that others hear it, but also not hiding it. Learning to tell my part. I'm working on it. Slowly the words are coming to me. Kinda.
blessings.
It's good to be with such nice ladies. Dedicated. Loving. Smart. How blessed I am. Yet, still, I know that though I try and desire to be able to say things, it must just not be the right thing. People really don't want to hear. Interesting to me.
But I know this one thing....I made it through. I made it out. And I am thankful for that. Very thankful. And though I can't make someone hear my story, I can learn to be ready to share it when it's appropriate. Not demanding that others hear it, but also not hiding it. Learning to tell my part. I'm working on it. Slowly the words are coming to me. Kinda.
blessings.
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