LA!!

No Idea.

I always hide behind my smile.
Why? I have no idea.

I always tend to be extremely emotional.
Why? I have no idea.

I always felt a bit insecure in my dark skin.
Why? I have no idea.

I always cry every week.
Why? I have no idea.

I always had a potty mouth.
Why? I have no idea.

I always sweat the small stuff. No matter how hard I try not to.
Why? I have no idea.

I will always wonder why I do such things. And I probably will never have an idea why.

Ever wonder why you do certain things that you do? Do such things make you a weak person? Am I a weak person?

I have no idea.

Struggling With Faith

Worrying is a disease. Killing us all every second.

Over this past weekend, I was stressed out. Over nothing, of course. Just worrying about things in my life that I have no control over. And my mind was paying the price.

During church service, the sensation of wanting to cry stung my eyes. I found myself, sitting next to my boyfriend, silently suffocating as my worries saddled me. Sitting pretty in the pew, ugly thoughts infested my brain. I have never screamed the Lord's name so LOUD... I actually looked around to see if the lady sitting next to me could hear my thoughts.

The stench of all my fears was strong. Why was I so emotional? What was I so worried about? Why do I have so many complaints? So many feelings of discontent.

As the pastor hollered in his sermon, I zoned out. While singing the hymns, the voice of my boyfriend singing slowly faded away as I stood there next to him like a zombie, as my soul searched for Jesus in His own house.

...I was losing a grip on my faith.

Do you know what that feels like? Let me tell ya, it feels like your blood circulation grows cold. It feels like your heart slows down. And it feels like your brain freezes. It feels like you are "blocked."

When it was time for prayer, I closed my eyes and cried. Every muscle fiber in my petite frame flinched, preventing me from crying like a newborn in that sanctuary.

Later on that day at church, I was reintroduced to a small word: faith. One should not tell God about her problems. She should tell her problems about her God.

In the end, faith can buoy us up and bring us to something greater and better than we ever imagine. Faith without action is dead. Faith is maintaining focus on God's divine power so that we can succeed and flourish. And I will. My God says so.

Faith has brought me through a lot of sticky situations. Faith saved me from an unhealthy relationship with myself as I fought depression. Faith saved my boyfriend's life as he and God fought against cancer. Faith kept me on the path to my dreams of being a writer. Essentially, Faith has brought me closer to my precious God.

But I still struggle with these "blocks". Don't you?

Will You Forgive Me?

I need to learn how to forgive.

I thought I knew. But I don't.

Do you? If so, prove it.

It boggles my mind because I really thought I knew how to move on and forget. But forgiveness is nowhere near that.

Forgiveness is letting go. Not of what has happened. But the pain associated with the incident.

Over the course of the last few years, I have been hurt, physically and emotionally, was beaten, socked in the face by an ex-boyfriend...more than once, lied to, lied on, stolen from, betrayed, feces of lies thrown all over my name and the list goes on and on.

whew.

But I still put a smile on my face, disguising the pain that crawls all over my battered soul.
A smile of deceit. A smile of despair. A smile infested with decay of hatred.

Will I ever learn? I find it funny how God forgives me. But I can't forgive nobody fully. Not even my damn self.

Forgiveness is a sprinkle of honesty. A sprinkle of God's mercy. A sprinkle of the recognition that there are no excuses or justifications, but love.

The quip of it all is that we all say we forgive each other. But we don't. True forgiveness is a cool breeze of fresh air.

Can't wait to feel that.

One day...