So my pastor writes up little nuggets of wisdom for Sunday service that we discuss and chew over. The following was a recent one and I had to *ahem* borrow it. So, I’ve changed some of the details and adapted it for myself.
But it’s not about that.
It’s about me recalling you for what you were – and not who I imagined you to be.
Not for who I idealized you as…but it’s about me remembering the truth of you with unfiltered honesty and accuracy.
Seeing the real you. The you you became. The you who got comfortable being that you. The you who lied, stole, disrespected, raped and pillaged. That you.
The you who liked it…at least you must have because you wouldn’t stop. Or even the you who liked being that you more than you loved me.
The you who absolutely did not deserve the me of even then. The you who absolutely does NOT deserve the me of now. The you who still don’t get it. The you who ain’t got a clue.
But this me finally accepts that the real you was always right in front of me. Never left. Never moved. The whole time.
So this me gotta move on. This me is leaving that you behind. Finally.
This me likes sanity.
This me likes clarity.
This me deserves better FROM me.
This me has reached the limit of that you. This me has had enough of that you. This me has outgrown that you.
And I hope that one day you will outgrow that you too.