Wednesday, January 15, 2014

Let me tell you this.

Come here. Please.
Sit down. No, not there, the good chair. Are you comfortable? Good. Anything else you need? Water? Tea? Coffee? Wine?
Sit with me for a moment. Take a second to sit with me and hear my story.

But wait. Still sit. But... can I trust you? Am I safe with you? Will you be quick to judge? Quick to write me off? Quick to react how other have reacted, which sent me into panic attacks, anxiety attacks, rage? If so, maybe I'll wait. Bide my time. Find others to talk with. But. If you are ready. I will pull up my own chair and sit with you.

I want you to know. I want you to understand. I want you to understand me. But. I'm afraid.

Who are you? Who are you in my life? Who are you as a person? A Christian? I'm so. Very. Afraid.

With love,


My Crazy Beautiful Life said...

Although you didn't list my beverage of choice, I would sit with you and listen to your story and share mine with you and I think we would find we have had similar experiences and I would not judge you and I would try to help you to not be afraid. But I would like beer please. :)

Optimistic Existentialist said...

Love the way you wrote this - great blog Samantha!!

Lady E. said...

I wish and pray for the release of your fears, that you might know freedom and rest. You have a beautiful heart.
Much grace to you,