(Since I can't write worth anything. >.> Whoops, ISFJism. :P)
To another ISFJ,
Strange how we're walking forward through life
Both individuals, yet somehow similar
It's practically a mystery to me
How sometimes, what you say is so familiar
I've found courage and I've found shelter; both so warm
But I've never found someone so alike
A person who thinks the very same thoughts which I
Have quietly considered in my heart
So when you were hurting, I knew it was awful
And when you were strong, I was impressed
When you cried, I realized your sincerity
And your insignificant words, their true value
You aren't really warm and inspiring
Not in the same fashion as others, but that's not important
There's a feeling of comradery and safety
Or an assurance that everything will work out
Simple; not confusing at all, to be honest
Enjoyable and yet frustrating, because my faults glare at me
Does it prick that careful nature? That desire to be perfect?
I know it must be there somewhere
Peacemaker.
Emotional.
Careful.
Practical.
Nurturing.
Quiet.
Stoic.
Strong.
Enduring.
Selfless.
Can we embrace what we love about ourselves, and begin to change what we hate? Can we become better people through the rest of our lives, or will we turn out like others who have walked a path and faltered halfway through-still standing there, clueless as to how to take the next step?
Only Christ can prevent it. Lean on Him.
-Argentia
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