I wish I was a bird so I could fly far, far, far away….
Tears are streaming down my face.
I’ve been in a bit of a writing funk lately, and I chalked it up to a case of writer’s block. I’m sure this is true in part, but in the past few days I’ve been stewing over something that I couldn’t quite pinpoint.
Few things hurt me more than being misunderstood. Sometimes my words are taken out of context or misconstrued. Or my actions are misinterpreted and misjudged. I know I’m far from perfect, but when people look at me and don’t really see me, it leaves me feeling sad and unsure.
My weekly devotional for Daughter of Delight…
Downtrodden. Disappointed. Hurt. Dismayed. Have you ever ached in places you didn’t know existed, feeling like a punching bag, being beat up by life?
Then I, John, saw the holy city, New Jerusalem, coming down out of heaven from God, prepared as a bride adorned for her husband. And I heard a loud voice from heaven saying, “Behold, the tabernacle of God is with men, and He will dwell with them, and they shall be His people. God Himself will be with them and be their God. And God will wipe away every tear from their eyes; there shall be no more death, nor sorrow, nor crying. There shall be no more pain, for the former things have passed away.” Then He who sat on the throne said, “Behold, I make all things new.” And He said to me, “Write, for these words are true and faithful.” (Revelation 21:2-5 NKJV)