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Sep 2014
Even if it hurts.
You believe.
Put yourself in,
their moccasins,
Kemosabe.
Maybe they've been trudging
up rough terrain
all their lives.
With the cacti and sharp
rocks biting into
their already worn moccasins.
Uphill in the pouring rain.
With a load that weighs
like an elephant's *****
on their backs.
Unable to see for

The tears.

Maybe they had a bad day.
Maybe they have undiagnosed
behavioral health problems.
Maybe they are in physical pain.
Maybe they're immature.
Maybe terribly insecure.
Maybe they meant
NOTHING
by that look they gave you
or that remark they made.
Maybe they did.

WHO CARES?!!

Our purpose on
this planet is to

LOVE

Even when we are
unloved.
The test of true character
isn't loving those who love you.
It's loving those who

HATE YOUR GUTS

Then when you stand
before God
you can be assured
you did the best
you could do
down
here.

He loves those people
as much as He loves

YOU

Love them the same.


SoulSurvivor
Catherine Jarvis
This write is as much for me
as anyone. I have some trolls
giving me problems. I could
get angry and rail against them.
But I won't.
Instead I'm going to
PRAY FOR THEM
and hope they have a better tomorrow.
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