Rania Naim

I’m handing God everything I can’t handle. I’m giving God everything I don’t understand.

Standing alone is better than standing with the wrong people. Standing alone is better than changing who you are so you can please others.

I’m tired of asking myself too many questions I’ll never have the answers to. But thankfully, I have someone to lean on. I have someone to trust. I have someone who handles everything I can’t. I have God.

I hope you find the courage to be your biggest fan until you have real fans. I hope you find the courage to clap for yourself when no one else claps for you.

You have to heal away from the environment that broke you, you have to mend your broken heart before you can give them a piece of it again.

It’s just that sometimes we try to turn these temporary people into forever people but that’s not their role. They’re not meant to stay in our lives forever. God called them to be there for us for only a short period of time.

I hope you know that I still remember every word. I hope you know that when I run out of words, I read your chapter and somehow it brings me back to life.

You don’t want someone who doesn’t know how to stay.

It teaches you how to become a skilled warrior when it comes to fighting life’s toughest battles.

And maybe I say that I know better now but then I find myself forgetting everything I learned as I reach out to you.

I’m slowly learning that every time I let people determine my value, I lose. Every time I give them that power, I get weaker. Every time I take their actions personally, I forget how to love myself. 

You reignited the spark that burned out a long time ago. You reestablished a connection that was lost and I never thought I’d ever find it. I felt everything with you after years of feeling nothing.

Because fixing something requires strength, patience, perseverance, resilience and wisdom and sometimes human beings run out of all that.

Don’t be surprised when she looks at you and doesn’t feel a thing. You taught her how to stop loving you.

I still believe that all the nights you stayed up waiting for a call you didn’t receive will be replaced by hours of conversations with someone who doesn’t want to hang up.

There’s a kind of love that’s real. The kind of love that goes to bed with all your demons and still wakes up with you in the morning. The kind of love that you don’t hide parts of yourself from.

Giving up on each other is what feeds our anxiety, depression, self-loathe and insecurities. Giving up too soon is what makes people so guarded and so afraid of opening up again.

Maybe it’s not so much about what we tell God but more about what he’s trying to tell us. Maybe we’re too busy talking and telling him what we need that we forget to step back and listen to his answers.