You know, EVERYTIME I start hurting so bad and thinking that the pain is too much to bear in this moment, God takes it away. It just makes me cry to think about it (in a good way). I am trying so hard not to get caught up in my regrets. Oh, but it's so hard. Somehow, I always manage to wake up everyday and do what I have to do----that's God. All I've ever wanted was someone to love me--and I know my family loves me, but there are still parts of me that feel so empty. What is my heart missing?
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