Sing for me

"Love is patient, love is kind. It is not jealous, 

is not pompous, it is not inflated, 

it is not rude, it does not seek its own interests, 

it is not quick-tempered, it does not brood over injury, 

it does not rejoice over wrongdoing but rejoices with the truth. 

It bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things." 

1 Corinthians 13:4-8

 I normally try to not post song lyrics on here, but I thought that the following were completely appropriate to sum up today.  Thank you, Christina Aguilera, for singing the words that I want to speak. 

Sometimes when I'm sitting on my bed
Feeling so, so lonely
Wishing someone hold me
All I have is three little notes playing in my head
Outside I can cover all the scars
Inside lie the words just pleading to be heard
'Cause all I have is three million melodies to kill the hurt

'Cause when I open my mouth
My whole heart comes out
Every tear I wanna cry is satisfied
I'm singing 'til I'm winning
Imma sing all night
'Cause when I open my mouth
There's no place to hide
Everything that I've been feeling runs wild and free
I'm singing 'cause I'm winning
Imma sing for me

I originally intended for this post to be related to love, and to the love I thought I had.  I guess that God had different plans for me.  He always does.  When I think He's going to do exactly what I want Him to do, He does the opposite.  And I can't blame Him - He knows better than me.  I don't know where I would be without His love and grace.

You only know what I want you to
I know everything you don't want me to
Oh your mouth is poison, your mouth is wine
You think your dreams are the same as mine
Oh I don't love you but I always will...
I wish you'd hold me when I turn my back
The less I give the more I get back
Oh your hands can heal, your hands can bruise
I don't have a choice but I'd still choose you 

 Things happen in your life, you can't explain why.  There's no purpose in trying to dissect the situation and try to come up with some sort of justification for it.  I try so hard to analyze every tiny detail, and where do I end up?  Most times, it's a headache.  Or heartache.  Or a mixture of both.  What did I do wrong?  What did he do wrong?  What could I have said to finish the argument?  I want the last say, so why can't I come up with some sort of witty response?  It's ridiculous, right?  At least, that's what I try to make myself believe.  Life is too short.

God has a plan.  I don't need to know all of the details, but I do know that He will be right by my side each step of the way.