Tuesday, October 11, 2011

And I smile, for different reasons.

We have all had our feelings hurt by someone who we love or by someone who loves us. It is not an emotionally pleasant feeling, but many of us allow those hurt feelings to develop into bitterness and resentment. It is how we react to those hurts that define our character and our ability to love. Bitterness is a feeling of deep and bitter anger and ill-will, to act or do something in a sharp and bitter manner. Bitterness is associated with spite, which is feeling a need to see others suffer, to hurt the feelings of, malevolence by virtue of being malicious or spiteful or nasty. Bitterness disconnects us from love and becomes an encumbrance, bitterness impedes and becomes a barrier to love.
We allow our hurt emotional feelings to overcome us, to get the better of us, and anger sets in from the primary source, which is the hurt. Rather than overlooking the issue or forgiving the hurt, (which is what love would do), we stew over it and allow it to fester in our hearts and minds like lava in a volcano. We allow those hurts to build bitterness within us because of our inability to give allowances of grace to others. We attempt to hold and bind those persons to our pain, (which we feel that they caused, even if it was unintentional), because we lack the grace to overlook an offense. We are now prone to lash out in anger, from our own spite and bitterness, in a manner that is hurtful. We complain about what the other person did and now we are doing the very same thing. "You hurt me and now I am going to hurt you." What part of revenge is associated with love?
Vindictive behavior is when you are showing malicious ill will and a desire to hurt someone; it is motivated by spite, and disposed to seek revenge or intended for revenge. Too many relationships end up in conflict because one person got hurt, stewed up in bitterness, (you know stinkin thinkin), and then lashed out at the one they say they love. Love is not irritable or resentful, it does not rejoice in wrongdoing. Now the person who is acting in this vindictive mannerism is actually a bigger problem than the one who originally caused the feeling of hurt. Why? Because the one who is lashing out from their pain is allowing the hurt to get the best of them, they are allowing it to control them, and they act with full intent to bring harm. This is referred to as malice, which is feeling or having a desire to see others suffer.
We need to consider that there is going to come a time when we are going to hurt someone special in our lives, not because we necessarily intend to, but because we are imperfect. It is going to happen, and when it does it is actually going to be an opportunity for love to overcome an offense by means of grace. Wouldn't you want to have that very same grace available to you when you inadvertently offend or hurt someone's feelings? How can you say you love someone, harbor feelings of bitterness and resentment for them in your heart, and behave in a vindictive mannerism towards them at the same time?
THE MORAL OF THE STORY? Treat others the way you wish to be treated, set an example of loving grace for others to see. Step up to a higher level through love and avoid the relational pits of bitterness. Send resentment, spite, malice, and vindictive behavior packing. Don't accept those things in your hearts, in your relationships, or in your house. 

Friday, July 29, 2011

rising.

As the smoke clears - I awaken,
And untangle you from me.
Would it make you feel better to watch me, while I bleed?
All my windows still are broken, but I'm standing on my feet.

You can take everything I have,
You can break everything I am,
Like I'm made of glass, like I'm made of paper.
Go on and try to tear me down.
I will be rising from the ground,
Like a skyscraper, like a skyscraper.

Wednesday, April 6, 2011

2 years down, many more to go.


Olivia Grace Hance
Born: April 6, 2009 at 12:31 pm.
8 lbs. 08 oz. and 21 inches long

Happy 2nd Birthday Princess!

Mommy loves you SO much. You keep me laughing and give me the strength to never give up no matter how hard it gets. You are a wonderful little girl with a bright future ahead of you. I couldn't ask for a better daughter. Love you tooter-bug <3

Tuesday, March 8, 2011

give this up.

I'm sorry
If this hurts you
But I tried to keep what we had once I was wrong
It wasn't keeping me awake
You didn't listen (You didn't listen)
You didn't hear me (You didn't hear me)

When I said I want more
I got no more
You weren't stealing me away
Oh

It's not enough, it's not enough to give me
What it is I want
It's not enough, it's not enough to get me
Everything I need
And I, I wish it was
I think it's time
To give this up

All the memories
That we're losing
All the time that I spent with you everyday
I think it's running down the drain

I'm feeling (feeling)
That we're fading
Don't make this as hard as you think it would be
It's a lot easier than it seems

It's not enough, it's not enough to give me
What it is I want
It's not enough, it's not enough to get me
Everything I need
And I, I wish it was
I think it's time
To give this up

Monday, February 28, 2011

between the sheets.

It’s waking up in the middle of the night for no reason, shifting under the blankets & feeling the heat of the person next to you. You turn around & see them in their most peaceful, innocent, & vulnerable state. They breathe as though the weight of the world lies on anyone's shoulder but their own. You smile & kiss their face gently before turning back around & somehow, an involuntary grin forms on your face. Just before you drift off to sleep, you feel an arm wrap around your waist & you know.

-eb

Saturday, February 19, 2011

cynical skeptic.

Tried to break love to a science
In an act of pure defiance
I broke his heart.
As I pulled apart his theories
As I watched him growing weary
I pulled him apart.


Having heavy conversations
About the furthest constellations of our souls.

And we're just trying to find some meaning
In the things that we believe in
But we got some ways to go.
Of all of the things that he's ever said
He goes and says something that just knocks me dead.

You won't find faith or hope down a telescope

You won't find heart and soul in the stars
You can break everything, down to chemicals
But you can't explain a love like ours.
It's the way we feel, yeah this is real.

I tried pushing evolution

As the obvious conclusion of the start.
But it was for my own amusement
Saying love was an illusion of a hopeless heart.
Of all of the things that he's ever said
He goes and says something that knocks me dead.

You won't find faith or hope down a telescope

You won't find heart and soul in the stars
You can break everything, down to chemicals
But you can't explain a love like ours.

Sunday, January 9, 2011

dear john.

Long were the nights when my days once revolved around you
Counting my footsteps praying the floor won't fall through again
And my mother accused me of losing my mind
But I swore I was fine

You paint me a blue sky and go back and turn it to rain
And I lived in your chess game, but you changed the rules everyday
Wondering which version of you I might get on the phone tonight
Well, I stopped picking up and this song is to let you know why

Dear John, I see it all now that you're gone
Don't think I was too young to be messed with?
The girl in the dress cried the whole way home
I should've known

Well, maybe it's just me and my blind optimism to blame
Or maybe it's you and your sick need to give love then take it away
And you'll add my name to your long list of traitors who don't understand
And I'll look back and regret how I ignored when they said run as fast as you can

Dear John, I see it all now that you're gone
Don't you think I was too young to be messed with?
The girl in the dress cried the whole way home

Dear John, I see it all now it was wrong
Don't you think nineteen's too young to be played with?
Your dark twisted games when I loved you so
I should've known

You are an expert at sorry and keeping lines blurry
Never impressed by me acing your tests
All the girls that you've run dry have tired, lifeless eyes
'Cause you've burn them out

But I took your matches before fire could catch me
So don't look now
I'm shining like fireworks over
Your sad, empty town

Dear John, I see it all now that you're gone
Don't you think I was too young to be messed with?
The girl in the dress cried the whole way home

Dear John, I see it all now it was wrong
Don't you think nineteen's too young to be played with?
The girl in the dress wrote you a song
You should've known

You should've known
Don't you think I was too young?
You should've known