Trust @ MindSay

A pet peeve of mine is when people drag up old stuff that was resolved a while ago. As if there's not so much going on right here right now, that you insist on bringing up misconstrued ideas of what you thought was happening. 

And the side comments, I just can't stand. This is why I haven't had a female best friend in a long while (besides the fact my last one turned out to be an overbearing lesbian).

You want to trust someone, you want to think they are your friend, but then every once in a while they say something that makes you think twice. It makes me lose the little faith I have left in humanity.

She has many likeable qualities, moreso than unlikeable ones. It's just that the unlikeable one is nearly bad enough to negate the good. It's very subtle though, never outright.

 

Girls are conniving. Maybe I'm just paranoid, then again I've seen it proven so many times in so many ways. But I can't seek perfection, since it doesn't exist, so I guess I must accept it & limit how much of myself I give away.

I'm definitely a fan of PostSecret. I have a few I want to mail in as well, but I'm always afraid that they wouldn't ever pick mine to post. I know for a lot of people, the liberation is in writing it, taking the risk, and sharing it at all. I'm afraid that if I shared mine, it'd be similar to sleeping with a guy, and then him leaving me anyways - giving up this deepest part of me, and finding out that it's not good enough.

Now that I've destroyed the point of PostSecret in a paragraph...

Sometimes nothing gets me. Usually something interests me. Always, after reading, I want to be able to share my deep secrets, too - but I always read them by myself. Maybe that's on purpose.

One of the ones from this week, picture of a big freeway, and the announcement, "You were worth every mile." Made me smile from the heart - one of those expressions that the whole self feels, but the face doesn't necessarily get the message.

My secret, in response, is that I think they might decide that I'm not. Worth every mile, anyway. There are kind of a lot of them between me and home right now.

Cornerstone's regular pastor is Tony - part of what he was talking about was our value as people. One point he said that hit hard with me was that, if God thought that you as a person were worth even a cent less than his Son was, he wouldn't have sent him.

How much I value Christ, how much I treasure being able to have this relationship, and God, the ultimate authority, the person who knows me throughout, thinks that I'm worth that much? I know the stuff I mess up on, I know where I've failed - good grief, I even know my breakouts ridiculously well (there's something over here that's making my skin break out more than normal - I'm a little self-conscious about it). I can see so much that's wrong with me, or not up to par, and God overrides all of that and declares me as worth this much?

Well, what's a girl supposed to do? I can hardly disagree with God, particularly about something he's made. But it's hardwired in that we can't be praising ourselves. I'm still learning to gracefully accept compliments, and I've been wandering this planet for over two decades.

 So...I'll go over here and focus on how amazing all of you are. That's not disagreeing by any means, and it's not focusing on me. I'm far more comfortable with that. :)

Ok so there was no baby, but for the time that you spent staring at the screen and waiting for a dancing baby to come from through the colors, you were not worrying about other things that seemed bigger than they really are.

 

 

   

"Just when the caterpillar thought the world was over, it became a butterfly".

Note that's largely a unilateral decision dictated by evolution. We humans got screwed by being able to make choices and determine the course of our personal and collective evolution.

Sh*t, I've screwed myself so bad with choices from the heart. Even though "neurocardiologist have found that 60 to 65% of the cells of the heart are actually neural cells, not muscle cells as was previously believed". I guess mine are improperly wired. They suck. They're trusting.

Hi Everyone

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