NovaMar2907

No one really follows me anyway but maybe that's why.  Because I can say what I need to get out here and most likely no one will see it.  Somehow I feel the need to update the invisible, unknown world about my status in life.  When I was here before, I was so hopeless and scattered.  I was like a small vessel, tossed around during a gale on a sea of tumultuous emotions.  I barely had more maturity than the children I was trying to raise. I regard my life today as a miracle and a blessing.  Through some dawning of realization, I became aware that my circumstances and manic-depressive outlook on my existence would never change unless *I* made

He finally respects me!   ...and that means we have to say goodbye. Great.

Thinking tonight about people I care about and how some have hurt themselves and others.  Some continue to do so and some have risen above it--  all need someone to come alongside and show that they care and accept and love them.  I may be a hopelessly naive, blind idiot but maybe being blind to the past is a blessing.  I want to be like Jesus in that I can see what the eye cannot behold, the heart of the hurting child inside of someone who looks like they have it altogether (or who obviously doesn't) and be the one that can hold and comfort that person and let them know that they are worthwhile... that tomorrow is another new day and opportu