i’m pretty sure i’m a disillusioned person. i’m also pretty sure that i’ve been this way in various facets of my life since i was in elementary school.
i’m okay with disillusionment, but I certainly would prefer to have some expectations exceeded in this life. A girl’s allowed to dream, right?
i heard people today talk about the fear of disillusionment, and moreover, the fear of the response that ensues in themselves were disillusionment to arrive in their soul. the ache that rests in one’s soul when the realization that paul may not have written 2 Corinithians, or that their mother is not perfect, or that the church has certain downfalls in meeting the needs of the community where they rest are realities I’m actually happy with.
b/c i’m certainly not perfect. I need a reminder far too often that I’m not apparently, when God subtly reminds me of this reality.
do you fear disillusionment? what is your response to it? running, anger, shutting down, laughter, cynicism, sarcasm?
I’m tired folks. I need some rest. I need some breaths for my soul. I need love.