“I am made in the image of God and I am emotional. I don’t want to keep my feelings bound up in the bars of my ribcage. My heart bleeds and cries with the broken things of the world and I am not ashamed.”
I read this post today… she killed it.
In some ways- probably exactly what I needed.
In other ways- not so much.
We’ll skip over that whole end part. It’s for another day. When I have energy.
But overall, it did remind me of a few things that I’ve been overlooking recently.
1. “I’m intelligent, but not always logical.” Please don’t judge me for that. Sometimes I don’t even know what I think or know. And even I’m not always ok with that.
2. “I’m stronger than I feel.” Wow… what a year I’ve had. I didn’t feel very strong, and 25… it was, quite honestly- a shitty year.
However, I’ve changed, grown, and learned.Painfully, so painfully… yet with a strength I sometimes forget I possess. The Lord has been ever faithful and tender in His love for me, a love I don’t deserve and rarely acknowledge.
“Yet He gives more grace…”
3. “I am made in the image of God and I am emotional.”
I rage here and there. Sometimes I’m super moody. And I can be way too sensitive for my own good.
And all of those result in tears usually.
It doesn’t always have to mean I’m sad or upset, there are times of happy tears. It isn’t always a result of crisis, but sometimes it is. Sometimes I just cry because I don’t know what else to do or how else to express… that’s fine.
That was a revelation.
4. “And even on the hardest days, I hold a fierce love that could set a forest on fire with the smallest kindling.”
It’s true. Sometimes though, those hard days come around and I say to them… “Please, I do not have time for you, hard day. I have much more to be concerned about and I really can’t put forth the energy to continue on gracefully.”
Then my Mom reminds me-
“It’s worth it.
And then I remember number 2.
I’m strong, and I can continue to love… fiercely.
Even if my ribs can’t bear it.