I am SO long overdue for a happy post. But then again the days I'm happy weren't really "blogging" days. And I guess its a platform to vent and let loose that which I cannot share normally.
I've been reading again. So odd to see the moments of others. Briefly in page of words and phrases. Their joy seems like a stranger and their struggles seem like a bridge too far. Not in the sense that I cannot understand and sympathize but more of the I-want-to-help-but-ain't-likely-to-have much-effect kinda way. Maybe I have doubts about the acceptance of the "love" I deal out. (Where love is used in the more general sense of the word for those of you who misinterpret)
God, remind me I am worthy of love and my love is worthy. God is love. God is the root of all love.