Do you see the way your love is all about you?
When they say self love,
this isn’t what they mean.
Selfish Love
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Break Perfectionism
I'm tired of being ashamed of the words I write that I know to be true.
Break perfectionism.
There are things you can’t do perfectly.
Do them anyway.
Break perfectionism by celebrating with the God who celebrates you, despite your imperfection.
Read out loud, though you stutter. (exodus 4:12)
Be honest about how you feel, though it seems silly.
Write and share blog posts & words you’ve written even when you don’t think it will make a difference because you could be saying some things wrong and people will miss the point because you’re not articulating yourself properly.
Prodigal Me
He sadly shakes his head as he watches me walk down the road;
Away from his heart, away from my home,
Heart of Glass
Where are the cracks in your heart of glass
your failures and your flaws?
I'm only able to love what you show me
not what's behind those walls
Do you see this love for what it is
or as only gold for fools?
Do you think that showing brokenness
would be breaking all the rules?
But how can we love a perfect mask
when we know it hides a soul,
A heart with cracks and beautiful scars
that is worth the love and gold?
~ olivia jane
Failure is Easier
15/08/16 - #laterblogpost
As I journey through failure...
As I journey through failure...
I failed to consider and love someone.
I jack up at the smallest detail that shouldn't be an issue and decide to clam up the rest of the night and internally scold myself.
I failed again by irrationally overreacting.
Situations escalate to the point of ridiculous. I could have done something about it. But I didn't. So the Word spoken at the dinner table, then gets taken and beat against my head, leaving me black and blue with another failure.
Through Fog
inspired by the sunlight
that filtered through the fog
to reach my eyes
this precious morning
~
sunlight streams in
through my watery windows
I pour out my struggle
in watery tears
thunderclouds gather
above my teardrops
I see the reflections
of watery fears
straining to fall
through the fog to see
the fire of love
in the dead of the night
stumbling to seek
for something more
my humanness tries
to put up a fight
let your spirit be
the light on my path
for I know nought above
the ground where I stand
I cannot run blind
not pursuing your fire
I won't fight the dark
til you take my hand
~
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