As the people who know me say: I'm an extremely accomodating person. I get along with people, hug everyone I even remotely know, and can talk (or type) a mile a minute when given the opportunity.
Imagine then, me - the person that doesn't stop hanging out with people unless (a) they attempt to kill, rip apart, or put on welfare my family, (b) they are perverts who try to make me untrue to my standards, or (c) they openly tell me they hate me - having to stop loving one of very few people I trust, for no good reason. It's pretty hard.
God's helping though. There's this hole inside that's slowly being filled, but I didn't lose all of me, because God had me all along. There's such security in that - to have lost everything and still be able to have more then that. Yeah, it hurts sometimes, but I've determined to call the grieving to a halt. I've been slowly (but surely) coming out of it, now I've got to start moving forward.
Be strong & take heart, all you who hope in the Lord.
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