I am a stranger. Even when I try to be honest with others, I still become a stranger. The moment you get too close, I pull away. Many have put in time and effort; years of love, acceptance, encouragement, and reassurance. To those select few, allowance of portions of honest truth have been rendered.
Those in which I love dearly and have allowed that exchanged intimacy have been branded in my heart as worthy of my loyalties. But there's still one that I hold at arms lengths; Him.
Whilst I know in my head that I am ever loved, my heart is determined to run and hide from this monstrous, beautiful kind of love. I know I have been granted forgiveness, but sometimes my heart encases itself with a brick wall and denies; just one of my many defense mechanisms.
Truth be told, I am terrified to let you all love me. I fearful be being hurt and hurting you. But He calls us to love and submit to one another and I am making an effort to start this action. I must humble myself before you, my loved ones.
"Listen, daughter;" it's as if He is requesting this. My words are to be minimized, and my voice spoken in silence. Humble and listen; humble and listen.
Good night dearests.