cycle.

another event we were put in charge of
another rug pulled from underneath us.
another lesson learned.
a hard lesson in humility.

there's a fine line between meekness and being a pushover. it's difficult to visualize exactly where i stand. it is possible that they are the same thing (they have the same amount of letters?). it makes me contemplate exactly how long-suffering love can be.

the attitude of the heart is an enigmatic thing. its motives are deceiving, passionate, and steadfast. almost arrogant. let's not follow him. he's bad.

if my relationships are as cold as my feet right now, i pray that God makes us whole. meekness being confusing and the heart being obnoxious, we can easily grow accustomed to brushing things under the rug until it reaches a noticeable size.

God.
be the fuel. be the fire. be my warmth.
my adrenaline. my strength. my power.
be all these things to me.

i am weak.
and quite often times, a pushover.