my one hundred percent is your eighty.
i was blessed with a high pain tolerance
and at age fifteen, i found out that
life isn't fair.
there's something beautiful about waking up
every morning in pain,
it forces you to turn to prayer --
crying in the hallway with your best friend,
then crying again of laughter.
there's something beautiful about singing a hymn
next to the man
who thanks God he met you.
you have to be open to love for
love to be open to you,
and there's something beautiful about walking away
when he treats you as unfairly
as the world does.
remind yourself that
it feels good to feel the love of Christ
through the people you surround yourself with.
the bad news: the world is unfair
the good news: this is not our home