Tuesday, April 2, 2013

Loneliness Can Get Out of the Park


God why do we feel so lonely? I know you are with me I see you in the everyday. You laugh with me, you shop with me, we smile, we talk, we sing, we play with the cats and high five. But lonely still sits in.

It’s a creepy little man in the corner of my mind. He sits on the bleachers of life with me just a few seats down. I can see him out of the corner of my eye.  I can hear him saying, “no one really loves you, you are not good enough, you screw everything up, you are just too weird for everyone, you are too needy, you don’t know enough. You’re stuck with me and I don’t like you either.” I ignore him, but he taunts me. God you sit be between me and the creepy Loneliness. You and I enjoy our hot dogs, we cheer when something good happens and we groan at the bad. I hear the Loneliness over the life that is going on around me. You smile, you put your arm around me, you say you are not alone, I am here. I say but God I still feel lonely, my heart hurts, I am lonely. Who will make me laugh? Who will be there when I am scared? When bad things happen who will comfort me? Who will I tell my everyday things? Will you be there? God always is there, I will never leave you or forsake you. And every time I feel Creepy Loneliness look my way I think of you God. You will never leave me or forsake me, you are my my protector, you are my God in whom I trust. You have given me all things good. You have given me my family and my friends. You have given me my imagination and my talents. You care for me and you don’t want us to hurt, you work on hearts and minds and our time is not your time. Thank you for sitting between me and loneliness. Someday I’m going to stick my tongue out at him because this is just for a little while and there will be more of us in my row cheering, laughing and groaning at the things in life. Not so tough now are you loneliness, all you are, are words and thoughts, I’ve never been alone.

Thank you God for always being with me, I know that you haven’t always been proud of what I do, but I know that you think I’m pretty awesome, not because of what I do, but for my heart.
 I love you.

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