A strength of respect

    Truly astounded by how much patience and respect
I give to my family. Still none is given back. Tears fall
down my face. Calling upon redness of splotchiness.

    The truth of the matter is that as much as I give
them the loving kindness of Jehovah they still will
stab me in the back. Stating that my spiritual journey
with Jehovah is wrong, that all I am learning is the
devilish. Why such lies they hold? Why the cruelty?

    Backing away into my ball of comfort I pray to
Jehovah to give me strength to overcome their
sugar coated words of love. The hatred of me and
my spiritual journey. The statements of me being
so cold and unnatural to their wants, needs. Why
this must be, I do not understand.

    They say they love me. Only people I know to love
me are those who love my gaining the true wisdom
of Jehovah, God. I pray for a straight face. Not to show
them the pain I am in. The calming of the super
sensitive female I am.

    Oh dear me the tears fall. And yet I am gaining
that strength as each drop gains freedom. The need
of facing the trial, the bump in the road. Oh the
hatred given all I gave was love.

     Dear friend just pray for me, with me for more
strength. For every day I step within my household
is a trial that I overcome. Every moment I smile upon
my family the hate is more severe yet I pursue what
I know is more important than they are: Jehovah.

     So if you see me smile. If you hear my voice
wave. If you are near me hug for I desperately need
a friend in this red day.