If there is one thing I have learned from loving others
it's that I can trust no one.
Everyone lies
Everyone pretends
....
Everyone hurts...
I don't know anymore.
I guess this is how I feel in my friendships
in my relationships... or lack there of
But... I think of my kids
I would trust my life with those kids in that classroom.
I would pour my heart and soul out to them
and know that I could not be harmed
There's something about children...
they are sweet
and innocent
and fragile
and I guess.. I know in my heart that I can trust them.
The thing is.. it wouldn't be my whole self poured out. There would still be part of me reserved... the part that has known hurt
and anger
and shame
the part of me that I keep hidden in a painting locked within a dusty room.
I could never ever bring myself to revealing such harm to one so gentle.
How I wish that there was one with whom I could confess my heartache...
one I could call a friend.
an equal.
Oh God. Who have I, but you O Lord?
I need You always.
