I wish I could honestly say that I've given up on people. That I hate the human race and truly, deeply mistrust the "good" in anyone. But the unfortunate truth is I'm desperately hoping in people. People have let me down; my expectations have been unmet, my hopes dashed and my heart broken. All I have to show for that is a wildly grasping hope that someone is out there who won't let me down and a nagging voice in the back of my head wondering why I haven't learned.
I've found myself in the uncomfortable position of needing to believe in people, and I despise it.
I don't really understand myself, for I want to do what is right, but I don't do it. Instead, I do what I hate.
Romans 7:15 |
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