1 Corinthians 13:4~8 Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails
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Reflection. Staring, mocking, chiding. Whispering gently in my ear the words I cringe to hear. Never good enough. Echoing in my ears, resonating in my mind, permeating my very soul. Wrapping icily around my heart, constricting, crushing. "Good enough, good enough," I try to shout in vain, but every word goes unheard from the pounding in my head. Never good enough. I crumble beneath the weight of the words. With the last of my strength, I search frantically. There must be something, somewhere, good enough. But everything is cloudy, and I've somehow lost my way. It isn't here, it wasn't where I came from, and I cannot see it on the horizon. Now my head is spinning, and I've suddenly been blinded. I feel nothing, nor can I see. I can only hear one thing. NEVER GOOD ENOUGH.
Staring, loving, caring. Whispering gently in your ear the words you love to hear. You are loved. Echoing in your ears, resonating in your mind, permeating your soul. You are loved. Wrapping your heart in warmth, embracing, comforting. "Good enough, Always Good enough," he's shouting out, every word unheard. Always Good enough. You're crumbling without those words. With all your strength you search frantically. There must be something, somewhere. You keep searching through the clouds; you've lost your way. But it's right here, not where you came from, not out there. Now your head is spinning, and you need your eyes to be opened. Then you will feel, and you will see. There is only one thing. Always Good enough. Always loved.
Though I may not force my way into your day, I will be here still, waiting until that day. I welcome you with open arms, lean on me and don't fall. The past won't last, I am here, waiting for you. Always loved.
Jesus is the God whom we can approach without pride and before whom we can humble ourselves without despair. --Blaise Pascal
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I think it’s impossible to really understand somebody, what they want, what they believe, and not love them the way they love themselves. - Andrew Wiggins