My friend Anthony says God blessed is with pain to be compassionate toward others.
Today, I have been thinking–what if our weaknesses are our strengths? Does that feel any different? I feel better about myself thinking this way. Being sad about the end of a relationship means I love someone and I am vulnerable enough to recognize and feel that.
This summer, I feel like my guts came out, and instead of being on the inside, my soft, squishy parts are on the outside, and what I thought were my weak parts are, in truth, my strong parts.
And I am strong. It takes strength to love people. And to let them go. And to love myself first.
I miss Funke.