Love is a two way street. Why does it seem that a lot of us are driving down a one way street with an extra passenger. We have to learn how to let someone else drive that will to go down that two way street with us. There is nothing wrong with letting someone else drive.
Nov 25, 2019
What am I? Who am I? I am who was told to be an abuser of others (mentally, physically, and emotionally). I am he who was said to be a murderer, liar, thief, and dream stealer. I am he who was said to have spoken death out of my mouth, killer of life's ambitions and a person who did not care about others or himself. What am I? Who am I? Totally Broken I am. I am he who was told I would never be loved. I am he who was said to be ugly in my skin. I am he who was told my deformities would never be overcome. What am I? Who am I? Totally Broken I am. I am mentally broken I am physically ugly I am stained and unloved Totally Broken is what was spoken over me. Totally Broken is what the world calls me . Totally Broken is what is shown outside me. But God. But God. But God. He still loves me. But God. He still purchased me. But God. He still chose me. But God. He still died for me. But God. He still loves me. Totally Broken. No. I was never broken fully because he still uses me. Totally love is how God sees me. So. Totally Broken. No. Totally Love.