Tuesday, February 18, 2014
Color me blue
Trying not to be blue, I really am.But, I am not perfect, and I am only human. My husband wounds my heart so badly. I could choose to be red, the color of raging anger. But, I do not want to be angry at the love of my life. His words cut my heart like a very sharp knife. I bleed on the inside, where nobody sees, there are countless scars. Since my stroke, things have changed so much. I wish I had never had the stroke, but, evidently it was part of God's plan for my life. I accept that, I am not upset, or mad at God. But, I hurt, in everyway. Thank You God, for carrying me through everyday. I may be down, but with God, I am always lifted up.