My Being

     Will anyone ever accept me for who I am, a human being? I am faced with questions like this one very often in my daily life. I am one of those you never understand. I am not who or what you think I am. I am full of love and life, yet not afraid to stand up for myself or a friend, even though I might lose one in the process. Friends come and go, but there’s one person who always stays, Jesus. He made me, I am his. He is the King and I am his daughter. Even though, I do not go throughout my life thinking of myself as being higher than others, but lower. Jesus lived as a commoner in a poor family. He didn’t have what we have today, so why do I have to think of myself as being more important or worth more because of that. I deserve nothing. I have not earned what I have. I have not earned the life I live. I am blessed daily with breath in my body and life in my soul. Though I wake to a broken body and a broken soul every morning, caused by others, I still have life. I still have a reason to live.
     I am here to love. Not to hate, despise, judge, or criticize others. I do not like to argue, I do not like to be on one’s bad side. A cold shoulder is what I just cannot stand to put up with. I will make mistakes in my life, but it doesn’t give anyone the right to do all the things I don’t do them, to me. Those who live there lives with Jesus in there heart should follow His Word and words. I struggle with the reality that many who follow my Master don’t listen to what he has said. I try to treat others the way He wants me to, but sometimes people just don’t understand what I’m doing because they haven’t listen to the Master. This is an unfortunate thing, because I have so much to give. Will you receive it? Would you take a chance on me? Why not? Don’t be afraid. Please don’t be! I am human. I am woman. God created me to be the person I am now. If you look around the craziness of my woman hood, you will see I have been broken and beaten down. Have been for a long time. I have scars that cannot be seen, caused by arrows called words that others thought wouldn’t hurt me. Yes, wounds from injury like that can be easy to cover up; but the pain is still as great as the piercing of a sword. Both have sharp edges. Both can injure severely. So be careful with your words. Be careful with how you react to and treat those around you. So stop pointing your arrows at others and point them at yourselves. Are you the person God has always wanted you to be?