I was never good with advice.
The first time I faced it, at the showing of my graduation Film at University, I was petrified.
I could immediately see what was wrong with the piece.
I wanted sooooo badly for people to like it.
It felt like I was up for judgement, that my worth was subject to others.
My father was never comfortable talking with me. I made sure of it.
My defensive skills are legendary. Cross me, you die.
I wish i had listened more.
Wisdom is such that you’re freed from feelings about yourself and left with just what is, or what is not.
Is the Bible, advice?
Or is it a book of Law?
I’ve had a miserable week, a miserable year.
Yet I’ve fallen in love.
I feel down and un-accomplished, and delight in the future, has been replaced with either apathy or dread.
I don’t need your advice.
Good advice is asked for, not delivered.
I to learn to feel love, to learn self-respect, to be honest with myself when a lie would be sweeter.
Good advice is truth that handles those lies with understanding.
Today I asked Jesus what to do when all hope is gone, howto feel when dealing with past mistakes.
I am hearing that the only mistake I’ve been making is forgetting that I already made the choice to believe his promise, and that this promise for my life is already in motion.
He told me to think about Joy – who owns it, how I loose it, why it is necessary and where to find it.
He said to me, ‘…don’t worry. You worry where I have already won.’