Each morning, I start my day with a new determination, to love myself for who I am. To remind myself of the good side of me instead of constantly being saddened by the flaws that make me human in the first place. When I'm with Him my heart mends, for He reminds me to count my blessings and to look at those below me and not those above me. He comforts me, reminding me that all that matters to Him is my heart and my deeds.
But then I step out into the world, and then comments are thrown. Serious ones and those as jokes, and my weak little mending heart begins to break again despite the smile on my face... And I am left a little more broken than I was before.
So I go back to Him, and He welcomes me warmly. I cry to Him while He listens attentively. And He reminds me of that which I had forgotten, that what matters is what He thinks of me and not what others say about me. Hence I find comfort in solitude, in the quiet moment with my heart and with my Lord, and with each passing day, I am drawn away from people... and perhaps, just perhaps someday I would be closest to Him ❤️
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