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iMagazine / April, 2013 5
SHE SAID SHE HATED ME!
WHAT just happened???
I’m literally writing this moments after this exchange.
And, I’m a mix of super stoked to completely humbled and on the verge of falling into a heap of messy, snotty tears.
I won’t butter this up for you. I just won’t. This world is full of way too much of that. I’m a tell-it-like-it-is-kinda-girl and my walk with God is just that.
So, when I tell you this story, know it’s coming straight from the gut of my being – all the messy, all the redeemed – you’re getting a FULL mixed bag tonight.
So here it is.
It’s the day after Thanksgiving. A wonderful holiday that we (should) enjoy with loved ones. Those who we dearly love and those who we believe love us in return.
I’m a fan of this season. Not gonna lie. I’m a sucker for all things sentimental. I wake up Thanksgiving morning (and Christmas too) with an expectation of how it’s going to be. Of the people I’ll get to see and the conversations that will be had.
I dream of all the sweet little moments created throughout the day that will warm my heart for years to come. (I know. It already sounds like a sappy greeting card. *SIGH*)
The only problem is this little thing called family.
A family is made up of people.
Wounded, breakable, people.
People who are imperfect.
People who are hurting. And who often can hurt me.
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