I was just thinking about how I feel like Mahana from the movie Johnny Lingo... And how it seems impossible to me that a man that wonderful would have anything to do with me... and I think that feeling comes only as a lingering after affect of being divorced by a man much less wonderful...
I have such great hope, but my faith is still so weak in that area... I think to myself sometimes that I feel like Mahana the day Johnny Lingo was to come for her... "They mock me. He mocks me. You will see, he will not come." And I get so sad, because I know I deserve to be happy... and sometimes I really do worry though... that the man I dream of marrying... that a man that wonderful and amazing... will never come... or even worse... that he doesn't exist....
But he has to right!? In all the billions of people on this earth, there HAS to be someone for me... there just HAS to... right?
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