a simple complex

I love it when parents surprise you with their willingess to be open, listen and even joke around in intense and serious confessions.

I seriously wonder if anyone will find better parents than the ones I have. Not only are they hilarious, but great listeners. They never yell, cuss or throw things at me. They never blame their problems (if they ever voice them aloud) on me.

I am never their problem. I am their child and they love me, no matter how much I may ruin aspects of my life. I love them, to death.

The overprotectiveness is a gift, at times I do wish they would just quit and let me be- but without them I would be so lost. they bring me back, they humble my attitude, they are willing to start over and fix things without me even prompting.

To imagine that God is so much more is unfathomable. Wow: I'm perplexed yet grateful. My two week long headache has now ceased it's pounding, the constant interference is gone. Physically, I am well. Emotionally, I am stable. Spiritually, I am free.