Grief

Grieving for you while you're still alive is tougher than natural grief. I keep wondering how I'll feel when I see you. I pray that God would have worked through whatever one calls these feelings by the time that happens. I don't hate you, I just can't keep putting myself in positions where you can hurt me. It's been the story of my life with men. And it makes sense now. I wanted you to love me so desperately that I took ANYTHING you could give me- even what I didn't deserve. It stops NOW in Jesus mighty name. I need to be freed from the need to be accepted and loved by you. I'm perfectly created in His image. His love is enough. Ube right wethu.