Friday, November 02, 2007
We talked about our emotional baggage at cell today, which led to the sharing of our wounds.
And I shared mine. I couldn't look at anyone, so all the time when I was talking, I was staring at the door. And when I said I was hurt, I did this awkward little wave, as if to chase away the silence that ensued.
I'm going to let go of all that emotional baggage, and try my best to forgive those whom I felt have wronged or hurt me.
Anyway, it's been a really different week.
People have been exceptionally nice to me (I wonder why), little surprises have been waiting along the way for me, and early in the week I wondered whether God was finally answering my prayer.
It made me happier for a while, and then the initial excitement evaporated.
I realised I dared not hope and believe that things were taking a turn for the better since this was just the beginning (I refuse to be a deluded idiot), and that I'm afraid of the disappointment that seems to be always waiting for me at the end.
But all I'm asking for, is for that answered prayer, and the faith to believe that I won't be disappointed this time.
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