This, everything. Just feels like a pressure cooker.
I just want you to stand beside me. But obviously you
can’t don’t want to do that.
You want the things that are close to impossible. Sometimes you are impossible. But I try anyway.
Why have I become emotionally dependent again?
It used to be just you, WordPress and me.
And that it doesn’t make it any better.
Someone has to break me and pour me out again. Because I’ve become so guarded and numb.
So numb that even when its painful, there are no tears.
But in the midst of the hurricane, He whispers Matthew 11:28-30.
“Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy and my burden is light.”