A journey on a question
How far do you have to fall to stumble into the right kind of love? Just answer me that. I mean yeah I thought I had given myself well enough to hold a portion of it, twice. Yet I think all my misdirected understanding of what love is, I opened to the wrong people.
But am I supposed to stay solo until paradise? Can I manage until then? Some things that play in my head. I am sure a few have had similar thoughts.
And then I think about how wonderful it is that I have the flexibility. Besides who would want to tackle all that has been my life, but Jehovah? Granted I am not doubting Jehovah has someone for me, just that I shouldn't let that weigh on me now.
And as the moments itch on that subject I should place the negativity out of sight. Indeed. I exhale. Not becoming overwhelmed with such thoughts. Trying to put scriptures to my mind to help me heal my wounded spirit. Right now as much as the thought of not ever matching anyone is downright maddening. So I throw myself into what brings joy.
Sure this won't be the last time I cross paths with this question but the next time I will be more prepared to not become teary eyed. And with that I now look back over the God's love book to draw lines over my broken spots.
And into watching a good old movie that brings a smile to my face. As I swallow down any thought of finding my one.
See I do wonder? I do hope? Yet if the journey is mine to have, I do not know.
But am I supposed to stay solo until paradise? Can I manage until then? Some things that play in my head. I am sure a few have had similar thoughts.
And then I think about how wonderful it is that I have the flexibility. Besides who would want to tackle all that has been my life, but Jehovah? Granted I am not doubting Jehovah has someone for me, just that I shouldn't let that weigh on me now.
And as the moments itch on that subject I should place the negativity out of sight. Indeed. I exhale. Not becoming overwhelmed with such thoughts. Trying to put scriptures to my mind to help me heal my wounded spirit. Right now as much as the thought of not ever matching anyone is downright maddening. So I throw myself into what brings joy.
Sure this won't be the last time I cross paths with this question but the next time I will be more prepared to not become teary eyed. And with that I now look back over the God's love book to draw lines over my broken spots.
And into watching a good old movie that brings a smile to my face. As I swallow down any thought of finding my one.
See I do wonder? I do hope? Yet if the journey is mine to have, I do not know.
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