I know…I know….I shouldn’t HATE…it is not Christ-like to HATE. HATE is such a strong. But no other word can capture the anger, rage, and emotions that I have bubbling over in me. Just go with me a little…
I hate that I am not able to care for my little hares full-time.
I hate that I will be going along in the day and BAM…I get tired out of no where and I have to lay down immediately.
I hate that the devil stole my brother again…and took the sister-in-law that I actually liked…a lot. Will things be the same? Do I let my brother continue to hurt me over, over, over, over, and over. I know what the Lord would say. And yes I forgive him but I can’t let him back in, at least not that close. ever again
I hate that I see someone with children my age and know that I know them but how? Do they know me?
I hate that I am fat and all the weight I lost last year…I found.
I hate that I love to cook rich and fatten food.
I hate this generation of people who believe they are entitled to everything…for nothing. No morals, no integrity, no God, just all about self and making self happy – that’s all life is about. The next happy moment and having it filled. I was pretty full of myself in my 20’s but I knew my responsibilities…and took care of them
I hate it when someone comes up to me and tells me they prayed all summer for me and I am their miracle. Once again…I should know them..but no clue. I have to politely ask their name…and then I remember.
I hate that my Mom is dead.
I hate that I have to depend on a twenty year old girl to help me in life.
I hate when I lay down at night to go to bed and anxiety washes over me and I can’t sleep. I try, and try, and try to pray, read scriptures just for sleep…but nothing works. I have to take another cocktail. Then I cry myself to sleep…again.
I hate being lied too.
am hurting…can you tell.