Typical of me

Typical of me to have words trickling from my head in random succession. Typical of me to express my anger and disappointment upon pages. Typical of me to rage on and on about some type of injustice.

Still though it is also typical of me to write about forgiveness of all things. So true of even my actions. Truly makes you humble if you see passed all the pain, the hurt, the despair and bleakness. Indeed I too need forgiveness.

Long running are these lines of mine. So many people, when they read, think that the words, paragraphs are addressed to them. Not necessarily. Just my expressing the weights pressing on me. The way to talk to Jehovah is in prayer. Yet why not open the prayer to all?

Nothing wrong with that. Still is my hope, my dreams and my pressures I am giving to Jehovah. Still I am more specific in my mind. No necessarily do I need to tell the world what really hurts me nor do I need to tell the person or people that cleared me to the ground. Jehovah knows my experiences.

All I do is hope, endure and keep moving. Even though sometimes I feel as though the pain is extreme I am certain there is someone here, there in more of a bind than me. Closely, some days, I follow and others I fall. Yet here I am voicing one more day of experience. The joys of keep moving.

So yes it is typical of me to write of despair, hatred, trust issues, rant on and on but it is very typical of me to display love. I care so deeply that I am unclear how to stop. If that makes me naive, simple, crazy then I admit it. I laugh. I cry. I hope. I dream.

Typical of me. Yes so typical of me to find joy inside of troubling times. Forgiving. Loving.