She doesn’t trust easily.

She doesn’t trust easily- you can see that in the distance she creates between herself and everyone around her, but she has much love to offer, and you can see it in the kindness that’s in the smiles she gives out to everyone around her. She has millions of chaotic galaxies of thoughts, thousands of tangled up worlds of words and places in her mind, and you can see it in the way her eyes always seem lost, like they are somewhere else. She always wants to be somewhere else, it shows in the way she’s always rushing and moving, the way she’s always restless. Life never went easy on her, and she didn’t go easy on herself either. She is strong and you can see it in her eyes, you can sense it in her voice. She believes that her body can physically rebuild and heal itself. I think that’s because she knew how to recover by herself after life had broken her. She knows how it’s like to be under-appreciated. So if you can’t see the beauty in her quirks, if you don’t think that maybe she might be a little piece of magic, don’t you dare and say that she is just a girl; because she’s a masterpiece.

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  1. A smile and a tear for the one who wrote this for ‘Lessonslearnedinlife’.
    Thank you, for recognizing “me”……from somewhere far, wherever you are.
    Thank you for believing that such a person could exist. somewhere. Because i do exist. Well, perhaps with one or two of those finer qualities missing…!

    I never thought someone could see through me, read my heart, justify my “lost-ness”….without smirking at the weirdness! I do not understand how you discovered the galaxies of my mind and that little tangled up world of words and places……how could you? it is my secret. No one knows!

    Thank you whoever you are……whether or not you are like me or this is just a little piece of imagination or a few lines from a book. I may not be a masterpiece but thank you so much, still, for knowing me…and seeing beyond.

    1. This write-up is a masterpiece, I thought I was done until I scrolled down and read Sweet Violet’s comment… You are indeed a “Special Masterpiece” crafted by the Master! Your words are loaded… The world needs to hear more from the well of life that flows from you. God bless you!

  2. This is so very beautifully true of so many of us wounded souls, and I, too, thank you for seeing it, and wording it, and knowing the truth of it. I love how it is the me who was far less healed, as much as it is the me who is far more healed. I don’t have the dissociative loss in my eyes so much of the time, and my mind doesn’t whirl as much either, and I am very much more capable of being in the present now, and not longing so much for other things and times and places. I am going to continue to heal. My body and my mind. I believe. And I even know I am one of the Lord’s masterpieces. Thank you so very much for this. Sweet Violet; you are too; a masterpiece. I can tell. Blessings, all!

    1. Thank you CaringSoul for your gentle words and encouragement.
      Yes, you are right.Each of us are the masterpieces of God : unique, customised; with no cheap duplicates!
      Good to hear the way you are dealing with life. God bless you; Heal you; and restore your life with all the best that HE could offer.

  3. Oh WOW! You got them all right! I don’t know about the “Masterpiece” part ….. I think Jesus holds the Title on that one! But, very beautiful and thoughtful! It could be someone who may have some of the very same traits to be able to recognize these! Who knows! Thanks! Blessings!

  4. WOW,to caring soul. Your words are elegantly put, speaking for so many of us. Peace will come your way with patience and prayer. May God bless you and hold your hand, on your journey to reclaiming your life,just as he is with mine. You are never alone, please remember this.

  5. Thank you so very much Kim. I needed that this morning; the not being alone thing, plus the peace coming with patience and prayer. And as the Lord works, to confirm our needs, it was just a day or two ago, that I was reaching for the Lord’s hand, imagining plus feeling the warmth and knowing that I need to do that far more often: to know He is holding my hand. Thank you so very very much, Kim, for being here, and caring.

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