Hurt me once. Shame on you. Hurt me twice. Shame on me.
Like I needed any more opportunity for shame! A divorce followed by a pregnancy out of wedlock…is shame, shame, shame.
I think I walk around with such an idealistic look at people, situations, and life in general that I end up getting burned.
Burned when nothing changes. When I keep waiting for a difference, an improvement, once small sign it could work.
And then, nothing gets better. Nothing changes. And insanely I keep hoping for when it will.
This happened to me again, in a relationship with a person who hurt me a long time ago…once before. Yes, he hurt me once before.
I kept thinking it’s different now. He’s different now. I’m different…and than all the others he’s hurt, too.
But I wasn’t. He hurt me twice. And now, shame on me.
Doing it my way doesn’t work. It just got me hurt, and shamed. I need the Holy Spirit to fill this place! I need my heart to stay open. I need the Lord’s presence in my heart and life.
Your move, Lord. Please take it from here.