My grandmother always said, "If you don't have something nice to say, don't say anything at all". I am at that point in life. I have been let down recently by many of those nearest and dearest to me.
Today is Easter Sunday. I awoke thinking of what that means. As I thought of the life and death of Jesus Christ (and the subsequent rising), I couldn't help but equate it with my own life right now. I have tried to be a good person. I have preached unconditional love because I practice unconditional love. I have been tormented, persecuted, condemned, betrayed, and ridiculed. I have been judged without a judge. My only solace is knowing that, like Him, I have kept my faith. End of comparison.
I have felt the sharp edge of betrayal in ways that defy description. In the past week, I have come to recognize that much of what I once believed to be true regarding many of the people in my life was all a fallacy. Perhaps who I thought they were was just a manifestation of who I wanted them to be. Or maybe I saw only who they wanted me to believe they were. Whatever the case may be, I have seen the truth and it sickens me. It saddens me to the point of despair. My heart weeps at the loss of so many in such a very short time.
Still I pray for them as the tears stain my cheeks, because I love them still.
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