Just sit with that fear and wait for the miracles to appear.
For nearly a month, I have been lamenting about our current situation with family, and frankly I am sick of my own complaining. Yes, I feel like I’ve been wronged. Yes, people who are over fifty years of age have been handling situations like they are children. And yes, I’ve had nightmares, cried more than I have in years, and generally allowed these people to make me feel like dog crap.
That’s right; they couldn’t do it without my permission, after all, could they? It is my responsibility to watch my own heart and only let those in who would do it no harm, and I have been careless. Not caring about what people who obviously do not know me think has proven to be much more difficult that I had ever imagined, and it’s a skill I obviously have much to learn about.