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I Am Human


I am not as strong as I appear to be.....
I have my time of weakness. 
I cry the same tears you cry....
But behind closed doors.

My smile is genuine.....
So is the pain surrounding it.
I have my bad days just as you do....
Life throws us all curve balls from time to time. 

I love hard.....
I lose gracefully.
I care deep....
I run from rejection.

I stumble through negativity.....
I rise again through encouragement. 
I make mistakes.....
I become victorious.

I stand for the ones I love.....
Through their pain and their joy.
I give second chances.....
And then some. 

I fight strong.....
I crumble easy.
I have my own insecurities.....
I have my own strengths.

I see things in others they themselves can't see....
I believe in them.....
I see their heart. 

I forgive easy.....
I love faithfully. 
I try again......
And again. 

I walk hard roads....
That lead to easy ones.
I climb mountains...
I walk through valleys.
I see the clouds...
But feel the sunshine. 
I don't understand....
But I trust in Him. 

Though I may break.....
I feel His peace. 
Though I may hurt....
I feel His love.....
And for that I am forever grateful. 

I am Human.....
And  His grace carries me forever more. 

xoxoxo
Stacey

2 Corinthians 12:9
But he said to me, " My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness. " Therefore I will boast all the more gladly of my weakness, so the power of Christ may rest upon me. 

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