Monday, March 21, 2011

voice of truth. :)




But the waves are calling out my name

And they laugh at me

Reminding me of all the times
I've tried before and failed
The waves they keep on telling me
Time and time again
"Boy, you'll never win,
You'll never win."



But the voice of truth tells me a different story

The voice of truth says "Do not be afraid!"
And the voice of truth says "This is for my glory"
Out of all the voices calling out to me
I will choose to listen and believe the voice of truth

I know that I hardly post about private affairs and emotional thoughts in this blog. In fact, I think it was only once or twice where I succumbed to temptation. I usually find writing a good form of expressing myself, and usually as this is available to public view I don't do what I did in past blogs anymore. But right now I just feel like something needs to come out, and hopefully in a weird way this could serve as a testimony of God's goodness and love.

The emptiness and emotional trauma I've been going through might not be what one call unhealthy depression, but there were just many times in the past 2 years where I felt I've reached my breaking point and desperately needed rest.

It really isn't the same when this blog isn't private. I should start getting into the habit of writing in my husband book more often. :D
Basically what I'm feeling right now is the emptiness I feel when people "like me".
Firstly, they have bad taste.
Secondly, it's so painful to see how people never look beyond what they like to see and how all those feelings only go as deep as infatuation or a liking to my physical attributes.

I really don't see why one might like me for that. But if it is, I don't like it too.
Sometimes I wish God would just keep me away from temptation and just tell me who's the one. I'm so tired of looking through the sea of them only to see predatory interest in their eyes.

You might laugh, you might scoff.
I would do both but it's so scary its not even funny anymore.
Celibacy ? :)

xxx

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