مآ أجمّل أنْ تصمتْ
فيْ ؤجهْ منْ ينتظرْ منِك الخِصَام
وما أجمل أنْ تضحك
فيْ وجهْ منْ يُنتظرْ منك البكـاءْ
How beautiful is it to stay silent
When someone expects you to be enraged from them.
And how beautiful it is to laugh
When someone thinks you are going to shed tears.
Last night I had a dream out of nowhere. I was back in my old church and my old pastor had come back and was leading worship. And I was so hurt and I kept crying and was unsettled and kept wandering around. Everyone I saw I didn’t know. I didnt even recognize the building
This is still clearly a problem in my life. I feel like the walking wounded. I thought I was over it. I should be over it. It has been a year since my pastor left and that yukkiness started and its been almost 10 months since I left church and moved down south.
My relationship with God is so far from being a relationship that I can’t even call it that anymore. And I find it hard to trust anyone…especially people in churches or in leadership and old friends and best friends. And God. And I dont know why im saying this except that im sick of bring torn apart and cynical and not myself and not having christian friends. I sick of hurting. And I dont know what to do about it.
Rabbi Harold Kushner (via yesdarlingido)
He said love is patient, then He said: I am love
He said love is not not easily angered, then He said: I am love
He said love keeps no record of wrongs, then He said: I am love
He said love always protects, then He said: I am love
He said love always overcomes, then He said: I am love
He said love never fails, then He said: I am love"
Unka Glen (unkaglen.tumblr.com)