I’m not mad…I’m just disappointed

this simple phrase damages me more than I care to admit.

have you heard it before?

have you said it before?

maybe I’m soft, maybe I’m weak – but I loathe this phrase. I hate disappointing people, especially those close to me.

so, when I hear that I’m a disappointment, it stings.

now, you can psycho-analyze my desire to please people or my father-issues all you want – trust me, I’ve already been there.

what is it about us (yes, I’m including you in this as well) that desires to please?

I’d honestly rather someone just be mad – it’d be far easier to digest.

I cannot be all things to all people. I can be Tyson.

…and when God looks at me, he sees Jesus – and I try my best to remember that.

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