But something else happened. These men were honest, compassionate and exemplary people. They managed to slowly disarm my tense mind and we had a great conversation. I don't have the answer for what God did there, but I was very blessed in the end to have been there with them. I kind of hated having to go after that because I felt like I had just kicked back and relaxed with a couple of Uncles or something.
I, like most everybody else, tend to bring my past experiences to the present ones - both the good ones and the bad ones. I am reminded of a song that talks about right relationships made impossible by our attempts to navigate new experiences with old mindsets and wounds.
Wounds In The Way (Rachelle Ferrell)
She gives her body freely cause she can’t give herself completely
There are wounds in the way
She cannot bear to be naked to the world so instead she just fakes it with a man
There are wounds in the way
If they would have treated a little girl and a little boy when basically still just a baby
With some respect and human dignity
Maybe there wouldn’t be so many failed relationships
We might even had a ghost of a chance of just loving each other - body, mind, and soul
He gives his money freely cause he can’t give himself completely
There are wounds in the way.
He cannot bear to be honest with himself; so what the hell, he’ll lie to a woman
There are wounds in the way
If they would have treated a little boy and a little girl when basically still just a baby
With some respect and human dignity
Maybe there wouldn’t be so many failed relationships
We might even had a ghost of a chance of just loving each other - body, mind, and soul
As time passes by they begin to multiply
There are wounds in the way
Adding up secretly like the rings of an old oak tree
There are wounds in the way
Some old and some new, all stifling, debilitating and cruel
There are wounds in the way
And some are passed down from elder to youth - they don’t even belong to you
There are wounds in the way
As time passes through, they begin to accrue a strange sort of value
Some that you think are worth holding onto
Cause you don’t want to change who you are – no you don’t
He loves her strong and true, but when he get’s angry it gets misconstrued into violence There are wounds . . .
And she loves him equally, but when she feels misunderstood instead of sharing openly and honestly she is wounded.
There are wounds in the way
She gives her body freely cause she can’t give herself completely
There are wounds in the way
She cannot bear to be naked to the world so instead she just fakes it with a man
There are wounds in the way
If they would have treated a little girl and a little boy when basically still just a baby
With some respect and human dignity
Maybe there wouldn’t be so many failed relationships
We might even had a ghost of a chance of just loving each other - body, mind, and soul
He gives his money freely cause he can’t give himself completely
There are wounds in the way.
He cannot bear to be honest with himself; so what the hell, he’ll lie to a woman
There are wounds in the way
If they would have treated a little boy and a little girl when basically still just a baby
With some respect and human dignity
Maybe there wouldn’t be so many failed relationships
We might even had a ghost of a chance of just loving each other - body, mind, and soul
As time passes by they begin to multiply
There are wounds in the way
Adding up secretly like the rings of an old oak tree
There are wounds in the way
Some old and some new, all stifling, debilitating and cruel
There are wounds in the way
And some are passed down from elder to youth - they don’t even belong to you
There are wounds in the way
As time passes through, they begin to accrue a strange sort of value
Some that you think are worth holding onto
Cause you don’t want to change who you are – no you don’t
He loves her strong and true, but when he get’s angry it gets misconstrued into violence There are wounds . . .
And she loves him equally, but when she feels misunderstood instead of sharing openly and honestly she is wounded.
There are wounds in the way
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