This week I spent a night with one of my friends. He told me many things I know, because he was giving his brother´s wife a historic account on things he didn´t know (or tried to change) (they have different fathers, same mother).
Life is full of such things abbiejean says, but you probably think something is missing in your life (I have thought the same, also).
In a nutshell, my friend, being the first, was kicked out from his "home", because her mother wanted to remain with his brother´s dad. He grew feeling that hurtful sensation that he wasn´t loved that, by the moment his grandmother died, she gave him a ring and told him: I´m sad I´m dying, because NOBODY loves you (she sealed his mind -he said- with something he considered a curse).
He grew old with those emotional scars. That feeling was killing him alive and, this week, he retold those things I know in front of his brother, for his brother´s wife sake (both are pastors).
Once he was healed (God healed him) he started to help people to heal their hurt hearts, with many things I won´t tell here. In fact, I know many people who go to see him to understand why there is that emptyness in their hearts.
I´m happy the way you are. I won´t lie telling you I don´t miss you (because I have missed you).
I think I´ve started to build my firewalls since 2011. I had them, but something went wrong when I gave some access and I don´t want to be hurt and I just started to understand why girls (or women) are the way they are.
This is an old man who knows the boy inside him!
Recently I used to think Netlog served me to find those friends I thought I needed and, wanting to be honest, I knew I didn´t need a friend, but a woman, and I knew more things I never planned, so I wrote, in my profile:"I want no one who is not a commited Christian..." and I was kicked out (Thanks GOD)
That rejection could be dued to things no one knows. It runs both sides, because each human being has expectations, desires, hopes, etc. and REAL needs.
Pityfully, when some things are publicly vent, there is a public reaction, and there´s no doubt someone might feel guilt or hurt.
If you ever want to write to me, whatever the reason, I can give you one of my e-mails.
It is me who asked to be asked.
Life is full of such things abbiejean says, but you probably think something is missing in your life (I have thought the same, also).
In a nutshell, my friend, being the first, was kicked out from his "home", because her mother wanted to remain with his brother´s dad. He grew feeling that hurtful sensation that he wasn´t loved that, by the moment his grandmother died, she gave him a ring and told him: I´m sad I´m dying, because NOBODY loves you (she sealed his mind -he said- with something he considered a curse).
He grew old with those emotional scars. That feeling was killing him alive and, this week, he retold those things I know in front of his brother, for his brother´s wife sake (both are pastors).
Once he was healed (God healed him) he started to help people to heal their hurt hearts, with many things I won´t tell here. In fact, I know many people who go to see him to understand why there is that emptyness in their hearts.
I´m happy the way you are. I won´t lie telling you I don´t miss you (because I have missed you).
I think I´ve started to build my firewalls since 2011. I had them, but something went wrong when I gave some access and I don´t want to be hurt and I just started to understand why girls (or women) are the way they are.
This is an old man who knows the boy inside him!
Recently I used to think Netlog served me to find those friends I thought I needed and, wanting to be honest, I knew I didn´t need a friend, but a woman, and I knew more things I never planned, so I wrote, in my profile:"I want no one who is not a commited Christian..." and I was kicked out (Thanks GOD)
That rejection could be dued to things no one knows. It runs both sides, because each human being has expectations, desires, hopes, etc. and REAL needs.
Pityfully, when some things are publicly vent, there is a public reaction, and there´s no doubt someone might feel guilt or hurt.
If you ever want to write to me, whatever the reason, I can give you one of my e-mails.
It is me who asked to be asked.