Dear God, my heart is hurting.
It feels weak, exhausted, and conflicted.
It feels used, tainted, and left behind.
Forrest Smith
It’s hurting, and I don’t know why.
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Updated 4 years ago,January 27, 2021
Dear God, my heart is hurting.
It feels weak, exhausted, and conflicted.
It feels used, tainted, and left behind.
Its hurting, and I dont know why.
I desire feeling wanted, needed, appreciated, and adored just as much as the next person.
I embrace hearing how my hard work and persistence pays off.
I embrace the thought of being still and present in the pursuit of loves potential.
But God, I cant help but wonder why it never seems to be enough.
Dear God, I want to feel in my heart the way that I give whats in my heart.
I want to not feel like the fool who gives and gives until there isnt anything left to give.
I want to not lose hope that there is an all-consuming destiny that is meant to be mine.
But thats the key word in all of this isnt itme.What about me?What about what I deserve?
I deserve to spread the overwhelming amount of kindness and compassion in my heart with the world around me.
My love, my heart, its messy but real.
Its tragic but magical.
Its confusing but exciting.
Its fragile but uplifting, generous, and accepting.
You hold my hand and teach me that my biggest mistakes are my greatest lessons.
So, God, this is me leaving my heart in your hands.
I understand it may take time.
I understand if I have to be patient, and I will wait.
