The story...
Did I need to perform to be loved? I didn't seem to match the "ideal" person that "we" wanted to be. And, it seemed my parents were pushing me toward something better than what I was capable of being or best suited for. I wanted to be loved but close relationships remained elusive.
Growing up, I was smarter than the average kid. My dad had a respectful job and my needs were met. We had a bigger boat and newer car than most. They took us on vacations - four states away and to Canada too. They volunteered and supported our boy scouts and girl scouts activities. They taught us to be thrifty and capable. They made sure we went to church and were prepared for college. They did their parenting job well. My inner man wanted to love and be loved. Not merely do and receive loving actions; but, to actually love and be loved. Does love like that require the intervention of God?
The only church in town will be a place where people learn to love themselves gracefully as God loves us through Christ. These loved people will be more capable and free to love others within graceful relationships. People will learn the grace that's the undeserved favor of God. The indwelling Spirit of God will testify of this wonderful loving truth..
Just for today...
"How great is the human need for a scapegoat, someone or something to blame for our disappointments . . . at least part of my unhappiness is due to the way I reacted . . . nothing can work damage to me except myself.'" One Day at a Time (p. 347)
"I had to deal with my old resentments . . . It took discipline and courage to stop pushing every adult away . . . I can love them for who they are, instead of who I think they should be." Courage to Change (p. 347)
"I wasn't really aware of myself . . .When I learned to love the person I found - myself - I started to perceive and love myriad qualities in the people around me." Hope for Today (p. 347)
"She smiled; We laughed - The touch; Melding hearts."
"Must keep; Pretend lover - Fades away; Under cover." Am I a Poet?

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