Saturday, January 19, 2008


St. Casserole wrote something that spoke to my heart. I kinda had my feelings trampled on today. I am not flattened, really, just hurt.

Turns out someone I thought was a close friend, isn't really, if it doesn't suit her purposes. Or if I have a differing opinion (which, gosh geewhillikers... this brain of mine DOES have from time to time...)

I should have seen the signs. I didn't.

I could have been more confrontational or ask a leading question to get a straight answer. I was afraid.

I know what I have to do...

I choose to love.

I choose not to take the road of self-deceptive "I'm OK, really."
(When I am not.)

I choose to believe that this, too, is God's Hand,
directing and protecting me.

I choose to claim the words of Psalm 40:5
Many, O LORD my God,
are the wonders You have done.
The things You planned for us
no one can recount to You;
were I to speak and tell of them,
they would be too many to declare.
And now,
I choose to go to sleep...



Presbyterian Gal said...


Can't tell you how many times I've had the same dish. It hurts for awhile. But it does get better. Your choice is the best medicine.

DebD said...

I'm sorry your hurting. Its no fun when relationships gone south.

hugs to you.

Sarah said...

Love you

Sally said...

(((Deb)))) prayers ascending

Cathy said...

I am so sorry too Deb. It makes my heart sad. Thinking of you and praying too.