Hurting

St. Casserole wrote something that spoke to my heart. I kinda had my feelings trampled on today. I am not flattened, really, just hurt.

Turns out someone I thought was a close friend, isn’t really, if it doesn’t suit her purposes. Or if I have a differing opinion (which, gosh geewhillikers… this brain of mine DOES have from time to time…)

I should have seen the signs. I didn’t.

I could have been more confrontational or ask a leading question to get a straight answer. I was afraid.

I know what I have to do…

I choose to love.

I choose not to take the road of self-deceptive “I’m OK, really.”
(When I am not.)

I choose to believe that this, too, is God’s Hand,
directing and protecting me.

I choose to claim the words of Psalm 40:5

Many, O LORD my God,
are the wonders You have done.
The things You planned for us
no one can recount to You;
were I to speak and tell of them,
they would be too many to declare.

And now,
I choose to go to sleep…

Deb