The day doesn't start until I'm out the front door and getting the blood flowing, walking down alleys and staring up at trees. The first part of the morning inhered microwaving the cup of coffee every fifteen minutes because the cats distract me from drinking it while there's steam rising. A waste this morning is, I tell myself. A waste I make of it most days.
The trees bend and some smaller branches break off. There is a cacophony of wafting whirlwind breaking through the alleyway. The rain had subsided before I started off on the walk but begins to pick back up. I'm too confronted with myself this morning to care about getting wet, the bitterness I have toward my lack of openness with nearly everyone around me.
I pray every night to God he'll show me how to love. More clearly how to verbalize my concerns and cares. And just be real. I think my friends know my love for them. A lot of them, I've told. I just can't seem to cut myself a break and I keep shoving at myself this anger - there's more love I can give, more specifically, in accordance with last night, a better reaction and words to follow it. My dear friend didn't get the job he was wanting. I could see in his face the disappointment. I don't know what to do with my face when I am told bad news.
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As I've told you, you love people better than most I know, so don't beat yourself up. Think about how awesome you are because you are redeemed and alive! I have a hard time believing this, too, but you have to remember that the weight of the world is not on you. Loving someone well doesn't mean you are responsible for their happiness or that you have to react perfectly. I am speaking to myself as well, and I mean this in the deepest respect, because I feel the same weight so often. It's hard to know what to say in situations like that. But, basically your friends know how much you care about them and that is just what you are good at and what you will continue to do. Love you lots!!
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