I'm imperfect.
You're imperfect.
We all are.
Now that's out of the way, allow me to tell you a story of someone who was very nearly perfect.
He lived and died for you and even at this point you all know who I'm talking about. And odds are, you know him very well.
I don't.
At least, not anymore. Once I did. I thought I was some sort of spiritual warrior sent down to spread my light through the world because my soul was so pure and strong. People told me I was one of the strongest spirits, sent down to battle my way through these hard times.
I believed them, for a long time.
And now I understand how weak I am. Maybe I am a spirit warrior, but I've become a casualty.
I fear every day that I've been too fatally wounded. I know every day that I'm not trying hard enough, not working hard enough, that everything would be easier if I could just talk to Him.
If I died tomorrow, I will have failed.
I can't live knowing that anymore.
I hope you can start to believe in those things they said about you again. Those who realize they're weak are actually indeed the strong. I got a feeling you'll figure it out... But still,
ReplyDeleteGood luck.
Really, thank you. I hope so.
DeleteI'm glad you wrote down these thoughts that I often entertain but can't ever say.
ReplyDeleteGood luck, I think you will be able to make it through.
Thanks for the honesty. I felt like I was reading my journal. You're not alone my friend.
ReplyDeleteThe best of luck and support to you.
Very powerful post.
ReplyDeleteYoure doing better than you think youre doing.
ReplyDeleteI like how you think and I still really like your blog.