Thursday, November 16, 2006
Stop talking gibberish or just stop talking
I think what bothers me most about people is I can't control what they do. And while in my mind, an 18 year old controlling a thirty-something is perfectly right, God fortunately knew better.
It bothers me when I can see someone getting hurt by the words of others...
but it also bothers me when I can't see it in my own words... until after i've said them.
It bothers me that people put up a front... but it has no likeness to them at all.
It actually more than bothers me- it hurts my heart to see- siblings screaming at each other because of miscommunication.
It hurts to know that a family will never be whole again.
It hurts to know that people are hypocrites.
And it's hard to recite in my mind, Jesus Loves Them. Because while I want to open my big fat trap and say something... Jesus has other plans for my trap.
I mean, there is a reason why they call it a 'trap'...
I am very thankful that I made it out alive of Middle School... and my parents did too. I am very happy that I didn't have the kinda of high school experience other people did...
But it's irritating to see how some people can't get the high school mentality out of their heads.
People I care about get hurt everyday, and I can't do a thing about it.
God probably thinks that too... except he can do more than me...
Which is just another good reason to give Him these kinds of thoughts.
It bothers me when I can see someone getting hurt by the words of others...
but it also bothers me when I can't see it in my own words... until after i've said them.
It bothers me that people put up a front... but it has no likeness to them at all.
It actually more than bothers me- it hurts my heart to see- siblings screaming at each other because of miscommunication.
It hurts to know that a family will never be whole again.
It hurts to know that people are hypocrites.
And it's hard to recite in my mind, Jesus Loves Them. Because while I want to open my big fat trap and say something... Jesus has other plans for my trap.
I mean, there is a reason why they call it a 'trap'...
I am very thankful that I made it out alive of Middle School... and my parents did too. I am very happy that I didn't have the kinda of high school experience other people did...
But it's irritating to see how some people can't get the high school mentality out of their heads.
People I care about get hurt everyday, and I can't do a thing about it.
God probably thinks that too... except he can do more than me...
Which is just another good reason to give Him these kinds of thoughts.
