My Life...My Love..& my capital H..???

where will you not find one, unless you abode in another planet? Who will not say yes except the dead.

Trust me, they are everywhere. From the grocery store to the gym, work place to fun place, bars side to poolside, near side, far side all side, you cannot escape it. Remember when you two first met? How he looked like the good thing but not necessarily the right thing. What he told you?

Remember that super Tuesday? How his State Of The Union Address promised to bring you the sparkling stars of heavens, how it rocked your world.
Remember what he said about your lovely smiles, beautiful face and hot legs, so hot that angels in heaven envied you, infact they wanted to go on strike.

Yes...Remember the uncountable second chances. What you sacrificed to make the relationship work.
How you defiled the wrath of your parent and loved ones for love.

Remember what the doctor said, a child of your own? Sorry, one abortion too many, stop kidding yourself, it’s not the little Britain show.

Oh my good life!!….can you recall she was broke, bursted and disgusted when you met her, you gave her reasons to smile again, her true beauty shone like a million star.
Your mum just like a fortune teller has some reservation, as the heir apparent, dad didn’t want to see your face, but you did what a man had to do, make the tough decision to keep her, then you lost your job, your money got low, you can’t pay bills, and she’s gone with the wind.

Waitaminute…have you thought about these people who warmed their ways into our heart with the poetic prowess of Shakespeare? Shaking off our colourful childhood memory of a great family life we built in our mind. So sad nothing was spared.

Where do they get the artistic articulation of Picasso to paint such a beautiful stunt?
Who are they? HEARTBREAKERS. They have used us and dumped us for our best friends, humiliated us, disappointed us, denied us, made us lose our life’s savings, our mortgage, our future, dreams, desire to rise again, infected us with incurable diseases, the list is endless.

To be honest; I am one of them. I still feel hurt too, but in laughter and in pain, I have learnt to survive .How did I do it. I let Jesus heal me. I called out to Him.

Trust me; you cannot fix you… tell your hurt to Him, because when you call on JESUS, all things are possible.

I tot of u now & always.

Inspired by hope