wounded

Love wears me out. Sometimes it is SO HARD for me to love. Cuz the attacks come fast and furious, I'm left reeling, and my heart gets bruised every time. Passionate people who love very deeply also have the vulnerability of being hurt very deeply. I wish my heart would be handled with care, but that's just not the case.
I feel battered & broken. I feel it is never understood just how badly that carelessness and indifference hurts me. I wish I had the boldness to stand up & say...enough is enough.
But I'm kinda left in an out-of-control position. I can't be as open as I want to be. I wouldn't know how to if I tried. And if I did, I feel like I'd just hit a brick wall.
I know God's called me to stick it out. He's given me HUGE amounts of fierce loyalty, and passionate love, for a reason. It keeps me hanging in there. My heart can't help but hang on. I was born for it. It's a part of me. God made two infinitely different worlds collide to create a beauty that only He can see the depth of. That only He fully understands. And only He knows the purpose of it.
I am frustrated and wounded, but at the same time I feel humbled. God trusts me, even though I don't know why, with some precious secret things and insights that no one else would ever know. And yet, that is also very painful. Lonely, even. I don't always know what to do with this knowledge, but to trust that He will work it all out for good in His own time. Attempt to carry my broken heart to Him, and desperately fight the urge to figure it all out on my own or push things to completion before it's ready to happen.
And meanwhile, I endure the hurt. I dig deep and find new hope. I ignore the futile things I "see", and reach for things unseen.
Even if God and I are completely alone in this...I will not back down. I will not give up.

It's not easy...it's the most difficult thing I've ever done...but I know and I cling to this...

Love.Never.Fails.