Anonymous
Beloved of All
i dont remember the last time i was able to laugh. deal with a broken heart. a broken spirit. i can go around lots of people and feel more alone than ever. im not at ease talking to strangers and not always comfortable talking to people i know.
i ask god why he made me this way. i used to laugh so much when i was a child and could make others laugh in spite of trauma, child abuse and bullying. one day i saw how ugly the world and how ugly people were. the laughter stopped. i miss the childhood innocence.
i miss when people were more accepting of others. i miss when people could listen without puffing their chest and telling people how to think or what to do. the bible says thats a critical spirit and i see it too much.
i miss good things from my youth. it was filled with trauma and heart ache but youthful innocence protected and fascinated me. not knowing things was bliss. then i learned. my eyes opened wide. i learned how nasty, how vile people are. even so called 'christians'. ive watched countless 'christians' behave and treat people worse than people who are ungodly and are atheist. i have watched these same 'christians' gossip and stab people in the back and put a bow around it as though it was done in love. they are blinded. they are ignorant and foolish.
since mom died i have nobody. no support. i have distant family that are only good for lip service when it suits them. i miss seeing and spending time with my dad. i want more time on this earth with him. my evil family members dictate his every move. he should be able to make his own decisions but they insist that bc he lives with them, he is to obey them. thats what they told him. what bs! our dad is to be respected and honored and valued. they treat him like a child and i dont stand for that. they know better and continue to do it. god convict them. convict their deceitful, evil, conniving ways. expose their plans. let me see my dad. let him call me often. grant me more years god.
i long for companionship. the right friends. the right one to marry. someone to do live with. someone to help with my projects. my desire for music endeavors, etc.
i have more enemies than ive got hairs on my head. the only thing im guilty of is helping people. too much. then when the help and the freebies stop, they gossip about me. small communities can be a blessing and other times they just stink. goes for churches too.
i ask god why he made me this way. i used to laugh so much when i was a child and could make others laugh in spite of trauma, child abuse and bullying. one day i saw how ugly the world and how ugly people were. the laughter stopped. i miss the childhood innocence.
i miss when people were more accepting of others. i miss when people could listen without puffing their chest and telling people how to think or what to do. the bible says thats a critical spirit and i see it too much.
i miss good things from my youth. it was filled with trauma and heart ache but youthful innocence protected and fascinated me. not knowing things was bliss. then i learned. my eyes opened wide. i learned how nasty, how vile people are. even so called 'christians'. ive watched countless 'christians' behave and treat people worse than people who are ungodly and are atheist. i have watched these same 'christians' gossip and stab people in the back and put a bow around it as though it was done in love. they are blinded. they are ignorant and foolish.
since mom died i have nobody. no support. i have distant family that are only good for lip service when it suits them. i miss seeing and spending time with my dad. i want more time on this earth with him. my evil family members dictate his every move. he should be able to make his own decisions but they insist that bc he lives with them, he is to obey them. thats what they told him. what bs! our dad is to be respected and honored and valued. they treat him like a child and i dont stand for that. they know better and continue to do it. god convict them. convict their deceitful, evil, conniving ways. expose their plans. let me see my dad. let him call me often. grant me more years god.
i long for companionship. the right friends. the right one to marry. someone to do live with. someone to help with my projects. my desire for music endeavors, etc.
i have more enemies than ive got hairs on my head. the only thing im guilty of is helping people. too much. then when the help and the freebies stop, they gossip about me. small communities can be a blessing and other times they just stink. goes for churches too.