Deep within my heart, I am crying.
A painting could display happiness, joy, extravagance – it exhibits all the meaning you can find in the world, yet would never be a guarantee that the painter was happy and gleeful when painted that piece of art.
No one knows.
People are unique but feelings are same in every single way. People get hurt. Feel sad. Feel bad. Feel unwelcome. Feel unworthy. Feel empty. People even feel the other way around.
In the world, there is nothing that makes me completely happy. I get what I want now, yet still I don’t feel the true meaning of being happy. Still, I feel empty.
Only when I talked to Him, I feel happy because I feel I am so loved. I have peace in mind because I let go of what my whole being wanted to scream. I rested because I know He will take care of me.
I don’t know what His plans for me, but I will wait and trust His heart, because I know, His plans for me are plans to prosper me and not to harm me.
I thank Him for all the love.