No one's perfect! That's why we Need Jesus.

I feel sad. Sooo, soooo, sooooooooo…..Sad! This sadness I feel for humanity is
overwhelming and I have no idea what to do about it; surely the world is coming to an end soon, yet there is something I’m happy about! Well more than one thing, many things in fact. But I still feel sad! I’m glad I’m getting married next year to the one I love dearly and I’m glad I’m not working a 9-5 job right now, those things really kill you! What’s really eating away at me though, is the disturbing situation between my parents. I mean, no one truly likes watching their parent’s marriage fall apart before their eyes, do they? Or maybe I’m just an idealist with too many hopes and dreams for humankind.

Maybe people do like watching their parent’s marriage fall apart! Right? I mean, you always hear people talking crap about their parents and wishing ills upon them, so maybe it makes most people feel a sense of relief when their parents finally go psycho and threaten to kill one another!! If little Bobby didn’t mean to call his Mom a whore and his Dad a wicked midget slut, then why did he open his mouth? People mean what they say right? Like when I tell my fiancé I love him, I mean it! And when I’ll tell my future daughter she’s the prettiest girl in the world, I’ll mean it! So when my Mom told my Dad he was an F-in A-hole (except she said the real thing), she meant it, right? And to think, growing up I believed my parents truly loved one another! That when they said, “I love you, dear”, they really meant it! You would think the world would have made me more cynical by now, after all the pain and lies I’ve experienced, but no, not really. In fact, I’m more hopeful about the future now than ever! Would you like to know the secret to my positive outlook? Well, it has to do with two words, faith and doubt! I’ve learned to have faith in a God who loves me, and I’ve learned to never doubt Him when he tells me, “Sarah, I love you”! Doubt is a wicked and base creature that leads us to being all sorts of crazy, like jealous and deceptive, cheating and murderous. So I try my bestest not to doubt because I don’t want to turn into a cheating, lying and jealous midget hater! Especially since midgets are the coolest ever because they’re miniature sized humans and all things mini are cute!

But this situation with my parents is not mini and it’s punching me in the gut, daily, telling me to doubt, doubt, doubt! “Doubt Love!”, it screams out, every time my Mom confides in me about what a lazy, jerk my Father is. Does she really think I enjoy hearing this? And when I tell her that he’s only human, she quips back, “I just made brownies, they’re super good!” Brownies? Sure, I’ll take a brownie and I’ll eat it and forget all about words like suicide, double homicide, cancer of the throat and others, that nothing like a little chocolate can’t cure! But yeah, I love my Mom and I love my Dad! With all my heart! And when I say it, I mean it!!
I’m an idealist who believes I have it all figured out but still those closest to me are suffering. Suffering, suffering everywhere! Why can’t they see what I see?!? Live the life of a bee in a tree, never hungry and always free! Yet, still, if one suffers, we all suffer, and this is truth. As long as there is breath there will be suffering. The point is to have hope in the midst of suffering, but I’m not so sure that’s as easy as it sounds! Well not for everyone! Zounds!