“You never gave up on me when I was giving love up on you.”
I heard a Country-Western song yesterday on the radio and it has stayed in my head. The most interesting thing about it is that the longer it stayed in my head the more it seemed clear to me that the song is the perfect love song to God or Jesus. I don’t usually think of CW songs that way, but this really seemed to fit.
My mother never gave up on me–not on me finishing my PhD, not on me being a great mom, not on anything. Thank you, Mom.
My father never gave up on me–not on me finishing my PhD, not on me getting a full-time job, not on anything. Thank you, Dad.
My husband never gave up on me about anything–or if he has he hid it so well I don’t know about it.
I want to make sure that I don’t give up on me either. Even when I struggle to do something I think should be easy, and it’s not, I want to keep working at it, keep doing it, not give up.
I’m not giving up on myself and I’m not giving up on the world either. It’s a pretty good world. I like it.