you remember in chemistry class when the professor takes a Mentos and places it in the bottle of Coke? i am the bottle of Coke. so many things are inside of me, waiting their turn to get out but eventually they get impatient and push their way out, spilling onto the desk and floor.
not literarily, of course.
there are just some things you can't tell everyone, but you need to tell someone but sometimes boys {and bt boys i mean Blake} don't understand so when you can't tell people you used to tell, and you need to talk to someone who do you talk to?
answer: the Man Upstairs. He can't give me a hug or tell me everything will be alright but He's always there to listen. He knows how to make me feel better and His tender mercies let me know he cares. A lot. I'm thankful for my faith and for my knowledge that my Heavenly Father loves me.
At first I thought you literally meant the man upstairs and I was picturing some creepy old guy you have befriended. Sorry, not trying to make light of this! I get it. Husbands do not understand everything. Call me if you need to talk. I mean it. I love you.
ReplyDeleteTechnically, He's a boy, too. *giggle*
ReplyDeleteI love this post. It is so true. And I am always available to chat as well. I owe you a phone call once I graduate. Love you dear!!
ReplyDeleteLaura! I love your blog! And at first, I too thought you were talking about a creepy man who lived upstairs. :) But HOW true. He always gets it..Miss you!
ReplyDeletelove you, woman!
ReplyDeletei never know what to write in these little things. i understand how you feel and i wish i was there to hear you all the time and tell you that, no matter what, everything is going to be ok. alas, i'm stuck here. you are loved and you are great :)
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