Who do you think you are? Coming into my life and tossing me around? I was doing just fine and I told you clear instructions yet you still couldn't follow them. So simple they were.
Who do you think I am? Some kind of ragged doll that just gets thrown one way or another?
Who do you think you are? To have that much control, to have that much hold, to have that much power over me?
Who do you think you are? To invite me in, have me settle in and then kick me out?
Who do you think I am? To sit there and cry endless about it and feel so dumb about having such a big heart?
Well, I'll tell you.
I think you're a joke. I think you need to figure it out and STOP trying to use me in the process. I think you have no idea, oblivious and ignorant to your actions and to what comes out of your mouth. I think you're insecure and so so far from the One that takes precedence in my life.
You don't have that much power over me. You think you can crush me, but I'm persistent, you know. Fine, kick me out. Tear it out and shred it and while I sit there taping it all back together I'll still give it away. But not to you anymore.
I am not going to feel dumb. I'm a strong bonafided woman. I am someone who knows myself and I have a big heart. A heart that I can't take credit for. A heart so big that even though I think you're the most terrible and evil person in the world I'm going to forgive you. Because He gives me that kind of grace.
That's who I am.
You go girl.
You go girl.
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