What do you do when you found a great soul who is so worthy
of your adoration but whose past has left them tattered and bruised…and
skeptical…and broken. Do you love them through it? Should you run?
Do you stay? Love them through it? This is tricky territory
my dear one. This ground simply is not for rookies. You have to have the battle
bruises and war torn prowess to navigate the dark lands. What I am telling you
here is fact. I will not mince words. This simply can not be handled by the JV
squad. If you are not willing and able to lose the game and have your face
plastered on the news as a result, then you have a bye. This one is simply not
for you. In the spectrum that is life after heart break you learn pieces of
this side of heaven that can not be handled by the untrained.
Those of us with appropriate clearance are nodding our head
in the know. If you feel that twinge, then my dear sweet soul, Run Forrest!!!!
I myself have been broken beyond the rules. That part in the
bible where we are told you could be hunted and circled like a tiger by evil...yea,
he was in my kitchen. When he couldn’t
make me cower in the corner and steal my world with threats, he picked me up
off of the ground by my throat and slammed my head into my cabinets so hard
that if I wasn’t quite sure I was taking one of my last breathes, I would have
passed out. Luckily, my God and my sensei made sure that I knew what to do in
that moment and when he saw I wasn’t going to lay down and die...don’t you know
that he ran like a little kitty that he is!!
When you live through something like this, not only have you
stared evil eye to eye but you walk through the rest of your days knowing so. It
plays out in ways that are so complicated. Your ability to trust and accept in
relationships again takes hard work. We are taught to keep that which does not
belong in polite society buried away and I am telling you that fact is the screwdriver
on the tool belt of evil. It is the go to that evil will not leave home
without. I am also here to tell you that there is life and LOVE after the
darkness does its best to consume you.
Please listen to what I am about to say to you. Please
imagine that my hands are wrapped around your cheeks and that I am there to hug
you because you deserve it. What happened to you happened to you and in no
conceivable way happened because of you. We like quippy answers for life. Life
on life’s terms deserves so much more than quippy, half-witted answers. The
slogans come after the cycle of life has occurred. Once you have earned, lived
and learned the crap that hunts us in life, then you “get” the slogans.
I am not trying to throw quippy half-witted crap at you
today. In the moments we have together what I want you to walk away and begin
to consider is this… if you are still here with me, then that tells me that
life has already tried its best to kill you. First degree murder can happen to
our soul and spirit just as much as it can to our bodies.
Relationships and love are the closest thing we see to the face
of God and is the very breathe of time and energy. Love unites us all. We may
call God by different names and we may bicker over politics, money and religion
but unless we are true sociopaths we each know LOVE, and we sense that God is
love. We know the passion that it creates and the power that it holds.
Some of us have to live in spite of it and in hope of it.
Here is where we go with that.
You unfortunately have to learn and accept that in spite of
what you have survived, the rules do in fact apply to you. You also have to
learn first, how to trust yourself. Although these are easy sentences to write,
they are very in depth life lessons and concepts to grasp and assimilate. If
that makes you take a deep breathe or gives you heart burn, I urge you to take
some time to kick that around the mental yard. Return when you have. It’s ok if
this collects dust while you do.
You are not less valuable because of what you have survived,
you are better equipped. You need to know this my dear, because you will send mixed
messages to those who want to care about you. You will keep them at a distance
out of fear that when they see the you that has earned the trophies and can
prove it wit the scars, that they will see something war torn instead of
someone adorable. NOT TRUE!!! They will see the warrior and the true diva. They
will cherish it and they will protect it. You didn’t get here by mistake…maybe
through mistakes, but never by mistake.
Just don’t be dumb. Don’t miss it. There are not unlimited
chances and all of them require risk. When you follow the rules and the
process, then with wisdom you will proceed. Being afraid to get hurt again is
reality and being selfish in hurting others out of that fear is a rookie mistake.
At that point, you have to turn in your gun and your badge. Return to training
and try again. When you can respect yourself and your new shiny friend with the
same respect or more as yourself, then you are getting started. When you can
listen and hear their needs and be willing to make time and move mountains to
be the person that does that for them...Eureka !!!
You’ve got it my dear. You are a card carrying member of the varsity squad.
You do need to proceed with caution because you may run into
those on JV squad. Don’t try to coach them to varsity. Watch for snakes!!! Look
out for alligators. But dare to love and know beyond a shadow of a doubt that
you are being prepared for the person who is being prepared for you. And dear
God! Do not let them go when you find them. Treat them like the precious soul
they are and when necessary grab hold and hold on…Love is not always the skip
through the chocolate factory that we want it to be and when treated with the
correct discernment and reverence that it deserves, It is ALWAYS the light at
the end of the tunnel and port in the storm that we need. It then gets to be
the fun times in life too. Love yourself
first. Keep and update your moral inventory and then have the balls to let
yourself be Loved. Dare to be adored and demand to be cherished. You, darlin’
are so very worth it!!
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