Sometimes love comes wrapped in old magazines and celotape. Not in beautiful gift paper and big bows.
When we focus on fancy packaging, we can miss out on what is being offered – a simple kind love, one that doesn’t call attention to itself.… Read more
When love ceases to be an emotion – that it when choosing to love matters most.… Read more
Love me in the darkest places of my heart
Where polite niceties disappear
And what is left are crude, evil thoughts
That ought not see the light of day
Love me when I am weak
When I cave into my basest desires
And show a side of me
The world will never accept
Love me for things unknown
The parts of me that lie hidden
Underneath the rainbows and smiles
Things I am afraid disclose
Love me for my failures
When my heart calls out to you
Yet shrinks back in fear
Because it recognises its ugliness
Love me in spite of
My brokenness
My neediness
My hopelessness
When I am unlovable
That is when I need you to love me most
Love me.… Read more
But I have trusted in your steadfast love;
my heart shall rejoice in your salvation.
I will sing to the LORD,
because he has dealt bountifully with me.Psalm 13:5-6
stead·fast /ˈstedˌfast / adjective – resolutely or dutifully firm and unwavering.… Read more
Help! I’m in love with my (guy) best friend.
If this is you, then you probably understand how I’ve felt at some point in my life. Because I’m a girl, I really had to just sit and wait, hoping that my friend will wake up and realise he’s in love with me, too.… Read more
All those nights living without you taught me to surrender my heart to God. But it has taught me something else. It taught me to give you up.
I had come face to face with the reality that you were never mine. … Read more
Every once in a while, God brings me back to a place that I’d rather forget. A past hurt, an old wound, or a deep regret that I thought was resolved, but apparently was just buried under other pleasanter memories.
And so it comes to a point where I have to face old demons that I thought I had slain long ago. … Read more
Sometimes I wish I weren’t so bulletproof.
It’s been an emotionally exhausting week – a few weeks, actually. I’ve had to deal with one emotional blow after another. Weekends are spent in a semi-vegetative state, crying or just trying to make sense of things.… Read more