As I walk through the mall searching for sandles for Raigan my mouth is in pain because I had my lips done today . What is it like to be the girl on Instagram I follow ? Will I feel more accepted by the ones I love ? Or did I want acceptance from my only love ? Or do I just want to feel pretty like those girls on the internet and maybe it’s all the above . I learned being pretty may make you feel good but it has nothing to do with love . My beauty whether I have it or it’s lacking can’t make the blind see or save anyone . I can’t make anyone go to heaven or be closer to God or see things . No amount of muscles will change anything . I realized today this is what giving it to God means . It’s outside of all my control . All my love on a silver platter won’t change it . Only God can . And as long as I try I will just get hurt .
So God here’s to you and me letting you guide me into what is right in you .
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