You Still Love Me
You look at me, And you see all that I need. Insecurity Makes no difference to you You love me In spite of me You still love me I have been searching for myself in the eyes and hearts of people around me. Hoping and praying that they would see me, and know. Talk to me on the phone, and know. Pass by me, and know. Despite my efforts I was still the girl who felt invisible. Real pain always seeps through the facade and punctures our mask, forcing us to look at ourselves. The truth is, most of the time we have this feeling, this voice inside of us telling us that we’re too close to give up. The voice makes us believe that we can do it, but it doesn’t always mean we can do it alone. How often do we get lost in life and never stop to ask God for His divine direction? Instead, we go to church each Sunday to receive more fuel to further our will, hardly ever asking what His will is for our lives. I'm so often reminded of what Faith in the storm looks like. Job...