And now my dearest love, now with great faith and hope I release you to the hands of your Maker
The One with whom I have sought such refuge. Pleading on your behalf for Him to reach your heart. Perhaps now you will seek the answers to questions you do not even realize you have. One being: why you've tried so desperately to make those who love you feel as little for themselves as you do your own self. Another being: why do you need to inflict your self loathing in so many shapes and forms. Notice I am not putting a question mark at the end of these sentences. Most whole people already know the answers to these questions. So, yes, I suppose you could use the term rhetorical. But it is not rhetoric if one does not even grasp the question to begin with. How very sad. I do not understand any one who is unwilling to be honest and transparent with those around them; in every relationship, but certainly - one would think - with those who are supposed to be closest to them. Ahh, but that's just it! No one really gets close, no one really touches your heart. It was wounded somewhere long ago. And we know exactly where, exactly where. Beating my head against a wall to no avail. Not you, not one of your clan is willing to open these pandora's boxes, nor is there any willingness for honesty or integrity. This binds you together in a fierce twisted way that nothing seems to be able to penetrate. Certainly not my devoted love or sacrifice made on your behalf have dented this formidable armor ya'll wear. Ma & Pa - peas in a pod - given over to lust and the things of this world. Image, it's all image; that's all that counts in their pathetic book of life. And you won't see it, certainly won't admit it. And, definitely never have and refuse to leave it freeing you to cling to what God's laid at your feet. That would be me, a modern day Ruth.
Save none of moral compass, integrity and honesty. Oh, how dare I! You immoral worthless woman! You hypocrite! Hah. More in one corner of my pinky finger than entire bodies there back at cha. It isn't funny. You will find no gloating in my heart. I take no pleasure in watching other people suffer from their own foolish pride and stupidity.
Frederick Douglas once said: "It is far easier to build strong children than to fix a broken man." He was right. Most broken men don't see anything wrong with themselves, let alone take the initiation, time, and pain staking effort to seek wholeness and healing.
WHERE IS THE REAL BOAZ, WILL HE PLEASE STAND UP!
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