This is the point of my life…
When I see nothing but only truths and lies to what others say…
The inner voice is silent…paralyzed….
What have I done?
I can’t express myself… It felt like I’m controlled…
The battle within is like a cold war that fights in silence….
I don’t understand…
Felt like there is no place to hide.:(
I love not because you love me back… I love you because i love you… why need explanation?
These are the days in which it is better to think before you say a word.
Why Can’t We Be Humble?
explodingmodernchristianity:

I’ve been feeling sick in one way or another for the last 6 months. Some of it comes from my migraines becoming progressively worse, but another part of it is something that the doctors can’t determine. One doctor thinks I’m clinically depressed. Others have put me through tests for multiple sclerosis. My muscles twitch involuntarily almost all the time. I know from experience that it’s difficult to actually be thankful for the pain, the fatigue, and everything else that goes along with not feeling like yourself. Maybe it’s a lesson that’s being learned the hard way, I don’t know.
Pray without ceasing. Give thanks in all things. Simple instructions from the Bible, yes, but ones we simply don’t tend to do, right? When was the last time we thanked God for being sick? Do we pray for the people we meet throughout the day? Do we simply give thanks for what we have at the end of the day… or do we give thanks for everything and everyone we meet or see when we encounter it?
What I do know is that we really have stopped giving thanks and we’ve stopped being humble. We’ve stopped praying for people. We’ve turned what is supposed to be outward to something that is inward by praying for ourselves and the people we love instead of strangers. There’s nothing wrong about praying for our needs, but a prayer life that is just about “me” is a bit selfish and not the least bit humble, don’t you think?
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I’m still at my darkest…
On my way out…
First step is the hardest…
I can’t stand it to think my life is going so fast and I’m not really living it.
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Ernest Hemingway, The Sun Also Rises (via fakeville)
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After a long days of hurt, I met again tears with a touched heart because of Hope.