As I read through the pink notebook, I stumbled across what looked like a journal entry. It's sort of a follow-up to the last song, and it's something that may look familiar to you if you've read about my experience with my sister's eating disorder.
Here it is.
They can't see my pain. I've disguised my feelings so well that nobody recognizes my hurt. Yes, a few people stop to ask how I'm doing, but I always say I'm doing fine. Better not let anyone get too close.
Lord, help me to be real! To stop fixating on my sister's attention and start focusing on the love You lavish upon me. God, please tear down all my walls; they provide temporary protection, but long-lasting hurt.
And then I finished with...
I love You, Lord!