What powerful lyrics, did she watch my childhood?

Concrete Angel by Martina McBride-

she walks to school with a lunch she packed
nobody knows what she's holding back wearing the same dress she wore yesterday
she hides the bruises with the linen and lace the teacher wonders but she doesn't ask

it's hard to see the pain behind the mask
bearing the burden of a secret stormsometimes she wishes she was never born

CHORUS: through the wind and the rain she stands hard as a stone in a world that she can't rise above but her dreams give her wings and she flies to a place where she's loved

concrete angel somebody cries in the middle of the night
the neighbors hear but they turn out the light
a fragile soul caught in the hands of fate when morning comes it'll be too late

a statue stands in a shaded place an angel girl with an upturned face
a name is written on a polished rock a broken heart that the world forgot

Letting it all go...

"Consider how hard it is to change yourself and you'll understand what little chance you have in trying to change others.”



How do I get to my safe place? Today was a day I indeed do not want repeated. I want to scream at the top of my lungs “why do I see what you cannot!!!”

The system is so aggravating, unleveled to say the least, but overall there to protect the wrong people. It seems now that I know what I know about my parents everything takes on a new light. I am so angry that they are not sharing this burden with me. It is hard b/c I have to be careful when riding the fine line of resentment. It can put me in an ugly place.

I still am struggling to get back in step with the Lord. I find that when I feel the most vulnerable is when I pull up anchor, and close up inside from everyone. That is my safe place. Is it really safe? No, b/c it alienates me from everyone including my Lord and Savior. The difference is I know that now, but it doesn’t make it easier!

I don’t know what is going to happen in the coming months, but I hope and pray I let go of these reigns b/c they are dragging me down, but I can’t seem to let go. I want all the answers, but I know that is so unrealistic.

Today my baby boy turned 14. I can’t even believe it. I feel very blessed with my children, and I got 2 phone calls today that were beyond frustrating. I just don’t get it. Letting go…why is it so hard?