I want ice cream. I have to sum up all the courage and might left in my frail body in order to get this out. Your struggle affects my serenity. I'm not so much caught up in the whole "My mental attention focuses on solving your problems/relieving your pain" thing, but oh dear lord I am frustratingly paralyzed by your struggles. I love serenity. I love that I can have serenity. I love Seinfeld for making it so easy to yell, "Serenity Now!" anytime I need to get back to basics. LMAO. I think my blood pressure's rising again...
Why does your struggle affect my serenity so much?! It's aggravating to me for sure and I'm sure it's aggravating to you too (guilt anyone? Woe is me!!). I have no control over your struggle. I am helpless over your struggle. I want to explore what choices I do have from a biblical/heavenly perspective. In the meantime, I must give up any desire for control over your struggle. Instead, I will be here to support you and encourage you the best way I can.
My serenity is mine to defend or give away. My penchant to blame others for the hurt and pain in my childhood has had far-reaching consequences in my life. I'm thinking maybe my blaming others has affected my strength to maintain my serenity. For how can I take the responsible measures to maintain serenity when I have often given away my strength for the helplessness of a victim?
My serenity is my choice.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment