Misunderstood

I spent a majority of my life feeling misunderstood. I felt that very few…very very few…actually got me.

I spent much time in agony when people didn’t seem to understand me. To me, if they didn’t understand me, they didn’t like me. And I had this intense need to be liked.

But why was this so important to me? Well, in all honesty, it wasn’t. I thought I needed to be validated by mankind in order to thrive in this world. I gave others the key to my worth.

As I reflect on my past, I see that it was me who lacked understanding all along. I was looking at life all wrong. It wasn’t about me. Not much in life is actually about me. It is about God. And I realized that the agony I put myself (and others) through was purely selfish intent.

I misunderstood God.

I misunderstood his purpose for us in this life. I misunderstood his truth. I misunderstood my place.

You can get an idea of who a person is by the way they move through life, with all their ebbs and flows. No one has to fully understand me for my life to have purpose and meaning . No one has to completely understand me to even like me. If you understand God, love and serve him, the light in your soul will shine through all the humanness.

I have finally learned to be still.
And just listen. ♥️

Andi

Photo credit: sunrise over Lake Michigan, Door County, summer 2023, taken by one of my dearest friends and author, Peter L. Belmonte, Ret. Major, Air Force