My heart is overwhelmed
Today I was thinking to myself: hey, I haven't cried in a long time. Things have been pretty good in terms of church, I've gone for every single Arrow and as for CG - well, never mind about CG, and I've been going for second with North B and going with fourth with my family last week was all right.
I guess she'll never understand that Arrow isn't a place for me to hang out and chill out with my hipz and hapz friends; she'll never understand that it's a place where I rejuvenate and refresh myself and Sunday service isn't enough. I guess she'll never understand how important this ministry is to me, and she'll always think that studying will always take first place over God.
This time though, I'm not going to cry because she isn't letting me go. I'm crying because she doesn't understand this. But on the inside, in terms of this, what really matters is that this time, I'm not going to worry myself to death and cry non-stop into my pillow because of that. I'm going to leave it to Jesus and see what He does. If I don't go, alright, I get it, maybe the three hours I'm at home instead of at the Rock Audi will prove life-changing and grade-changing. If I go, even better. I'm just going to leave my faith in Jesus this time, because worrying isn't going to help, and I don't exactly fancy swollen eyes all that much.
I've also had enough of fighting this war with her all the time.
I guess she'll never understand that Arrow isn't a place for me to hang out and chill out with my hipz and hapz friends; she'll never understand that it's a place where I rejuvenate and refresh myself and Sunday service isn't enough. I guess she'll never understand how important this ministry is to me, and she'll always think that studying will always take first place over God.
This time though, I'm not going to cry because she isn't letting me go. I'm crying because she doesn't understand this. But on the inside, in terms of this, what really matters is that this time, I'm not going to worry myself to death and cry non-stop into my pillow because of that. I'm going to leave it to Jesus and see what He does. If I don't go, alright, I get it, maybe the three hours I'm at home instead of at the Rock Audi will prove life-changing and grade-changing. If I go, even better. I'm just going to leave my faith in Jesus this time, because worrying isn't going to help, and I don't exactly fancy swollen eyes all that much.
I've also had enough of fighting this war with her all the time.