I Write From The Heart
I just want to say one last thing. Someone told me I think I’m a saint. I sincerely hope I have not given that impression, because nothing could be further from the truth. I am far from perfect and I make mistakes every day. Never in my life have I ever placed myself above anyone, or felt that I was.
I understand why the comment was made, but it really did hurt my heart all the same, even though I know some people have different motives for saying things, and I shouldn’t take it to heart. I do, because I have a soft heart and admittedly, it’s sensitive. That’s because I do care about, and love everyone here, even if they make rude remarks to me. I realize they have issues as well, and that’s why they make those remarks, yet that is no way to treat people. You never know what someone is going through. If they are rude or cruel to me, I don’t stand for it, yet underneath I still love them. I’ve just been that way since I was a kid. I’ve always been kind of different, in that I’ve always known I was given an extra special soft spot and ability in my heart, for loving people.
What people don’t understand, is that my transformation in my salvation experience was so dramatic for me, as my life was so hard at that time, I’m still so very grateful for it, I long to share what the Lord has done for me. I don’t force myself on people. I am in no way better than you. I just love sharing my experiences and what I’ve learned in life. Hoping that perhaps I could help even one person. Hopefully you won’t make as many mistakes as I have. 😄
If no one believes me or wants to hear it, that’s perfectly alright. To each their own. I just figure they don’t have to read it, if they don’t like it. However, that would never change my feelings for them. We must remember that every person has feelings and we are to look at them through God’s eyes, not our own. Look at them as a person and try to understand who they are, even if we don’t like their actions. Every person still needs love. However, some won’t let you love them, I understand that. But at least, do no harm.
You see, I know what it is like to not be loved, or feel loved. Sharing with you, gives me the opportunity to let you know how truly important you really are, and that someone in this world actually does love you and cares about what happens to you. For the love I lacked in life, I believe God gave me an extra portion and ability to love everyone even more, to make sure they know they are loved and cared about. I never told anyone, but as a little child, I knew I had this special gift within me. I could feel it. I knew I was different. This love I felt, is something I had to share, and I knew it came from God, even as small as I was. It occurred to me that we are all one and the same. No one better than the other. All precious and worthy to be loved. Some misguided, yes, but I believe the hurt they speak, reflects the hurt inside them, not knowing how to get it out.
I’ve only asked one thing here. Nothing more than I’ve asked from anyone else. Respect. I was brought up to treat people with respect. I do that, until they show me differently. I’m not disrespectful. I just keep my distance from people like that, who try to hurt me. Still, if they write and speak decently, I’ll talk. If they come to understand how I wish to be treated, and wish to come back, I’m here.
We are on this earth to learn how to love. To help others. If we can’t learn such a simple thing as that, how will we love each other in heaven?
I understand why the comment was made, but it really did hurt my heart all the same, even though I know some people have different motives for saying things, and I shouldn’t take it to heart. I do, because I have a soft heart and admittedly, it’s sensitive. That’s because I do care about, and love everyone here, even if they make rude remarks to me. I realize they have issues as well, and that’s why they make those remarks, yet that is no way to treat people. You never know what someone is going through. If they are rude or cruel to me, I don’t stand for it, yet underneath I still love them. I’ve just been that way since I was a kid. I’ve always been kind of different, in that I’ve always known I was given an extra special soft spot and ability in my heart, for loving people.
What people don’t understand, is that my transformation in my salvation experience was so dramatic for me, as my life was so hard at that time, I’m still so very grateful for it, I long to share what the Lord has done for me. I don’t force myself on people. I am in no way better than you. I just love sharing my experiences and what I’ve learned in life. Hoping that perhaps I could help even one person. Hopefully you won’t make as many mistakes as I have. 😄
If no one believes me or wants to hear it, that’s perfectly alright. To each their own. I just figure they don’t have to read it, if they don’t like it. However, that would never change my feelings for them. We must remember that every person has feelings and we are to look at them through God’s eyes, not our own. Look at them as a person and try to understand who they are, even if we don’t like their actions. Every person still needs love. However, some won’t let you love them, I understand that. But at least, do no harm.
You see, I know what it is like to not be loved, or feel loved. Sharing with you, gives me the opportunity to let you know how truly important you really are, and that someone in this world actually does love you and cares about what happens to you. For the love I lacked in life, I believe God gave me an extra portion and ability to love everyone even more, to make sure they know they are loved and cared about. I never told anyone, but as a little child, I knew I had this special gift within me. I could feel it. I knew I was different. This love I felt, is something I had to share, and I knew it came from God, even as small as I was. It occurred to me that we are all one and the same. No one better than the other. All precious and worthy to be loved. Some misguided, yes, but I believe the hurt they speak, reflects the hurt inside them, not knowing how to get it out.
I’ve only asked one thing here. Nothing more than I’ve asked from anyone else. Respect. I was brought up to treat people with respect. I do that, until they show me differently. I’m not disrespectful. I just keep my distance from people like that, who try to hurt me. Still, if they write and speak decently, I’ll talk. If they come to understand how I wish to be treated, and wish to come back, I’m here.
We are on this earth to learn how to love. To help others. If we can’t learn such a simple thing as that, how will we love each other in heaven?
