I wonder why are we finding ourselves sometimes in the place where self disappointment is so great, where we are so lashed inside by our own cold and arrogant responses? I have evaluated my inside lately...
I did not expect my impertinence, my fluster or this dark face of an fragile soul... And I have disappointed myself probably because I had a better opinion about me than this unbelievable spectacle I have created...
But love exposes you always and "takes the masks off"; and God is not amazed of what is underneath. He's not afraid to touch this ugliness and He's not frightened by the scars hidden so deep that I could never see them.
I have embellished them unaware for too much time, ending up into this moral suffering that did not want to leave me alone... But I don't hesitate to remember that He does not fix me, but He makes me complete!
English Translation HERE
Sunt o iubitoare a cuvintelor; le vad in varful degetelor mele, incerc de multe ori sa le ating, insa imi dau seama ca ele sunt menite sa atinga.