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Dear God, You are I AM! Yet I am just me, You live in glory and perfection! Yet I dwell in disgrace and imperfection , You see the heart, Yet  I see appearance, You are, was and will be! Yet I am just now.  Being a man ain't always roses, Thorns in twigs I face, I stumble and fall, Disappointing you weighs me down, Crashed at all levels, Dejected beyond repair, Trapped in a self inflicted prison. Your son died for my sins ! And everything happens for good, Trusting the process I opt, Good work you started in me will come to completion. Like a child who is learning to walk, You give me the strength to pick my pieces, repent and start over with Jesus .  In my darkest hours, You stand by me. You are not man to break promises. I will sing praises to you! you make straight my croaked path, Free my heart, Light my night, Illuminate my day, Deal with my yesterday,  Plan my tommorrow,  Eliminate my sorrow,...

INTIMACY As my clients walked out of the room, I couldn't help but wonder! How did they get here? How did Romeo and Juliet become strangers? Did they skip the basics of intimacy? Did they mutually coexist before surface contact and awareness? Maybe that explains , The amazing sexual life and  the only sixty seconds of peace they have after each escapade. What if they don't know real intimacy? The kind that one is there true self, Secrets not hidden, Bound by honesty, Hands held in public, Fears faced, Emotions shared over meals as vividly as during pillow talk, Ideas kept and discussed on the table, Judgement cast to hell, Bonds created through unique experiences, Cooperation that blossoms to affection, Support in the face of a hurdle, Strength in all adversity, And the mutual assurance that they got each other.  What if they just fear true intimacy? Maybe keeping a cover of every secret gives hope of lasting, Maybe boundaries will make it easier to move on after abandonment, ...

I don't know who you are, Where you come from, How you got here, Or even what you want. But I know I hate your effect on me. You make my eyes feel like the sky, For I drip tear drops like raindrops. You make my pillow dread nightfall, For it ends up being soaked in salty water. You make my heart ache, For you bring it nothing more than sorrows. You make my brain dis functional, For it drains it's energy avoiding you. Do tear marks have to be your signature look? Do your eyes always have to be swollen and beetroot red? Pain ,regret and emptiness your definition? Exhaustion being written all over your face doesn't help either. To the girl on the mirror! I hate your effect on me. I miss my free spirit, Beaming eyes, Flashy smile, Lively face, Creative brain , and jolly heart. Go away!!!! I need me back!!!