Saturday, February 21, 2015


It's not like Jesus broke up with me. We didn't get into any kind of argument. I was never mad at Him, and He was never mad at me. I get that and all. I really do. Sadly, in reality, some things went down that made it seem to me like maybe Jesus broke up with me, or that maybe He didn't want to be around me, or that maybe I wasn't worthy being around Him. And, quite honestly, some things went down that made me angry - not with Him, but rather with those of us who use Him as an excuse to exclude, as an excuse to hate. It's kept me away. I should know better. My bad.

Just when I think I'm about to get back on track with things, and start hanging more with my man crush, I realize I'm still trying to work through some things. It's me that's holding me back. It's my distorted thinking, my belief that I've got to take care of my baggage before I return to Him. So awkward, so troublesome, so frustrating to think this way, when I know good and well that it's with Him that I need to do all this. I've never been the sharpest tool in the shed, but I've got more sense than this.

Together. That's how we'll make it through all this. Together.