A reason for everything

Somehow this reminds me of 2 years ago.
Or is it 3. I can't really remember anymore.
I guessed the cracks were already appearing then. (Or have they been there all along; only that we've not noticed them then?)
Arrows. Shooting everywhere. I hated it.
So I did what I did best. Running away from it all.
It did leave me feeling disillusioned at that time.
And I thought that it would be the same everywhere.
Then I met her and him and the others
And it made me realized that how wrong I have been
Love, passion and commitment.
Things that were once absent resonates there
I never even thought they had existed
No arrows to hurt you
I realize how much I've been missing

It was meant to be a house of love but I find little of it there
And it was only until I've moved away do I realized it
Forcing myself into a place that perhaps I didn't really belonged to in the first place
I am happy now. With the children.
But it makes me sad that he has to go through all that I've gone through before
I can only pray that he'll come to realize that the people are not the main reason for going to church.
Neither should they stop us from going
I still believe that all things happened for a reason


"For I know the plans I have for you," declares the LORD, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future. "

Jeremiah 29:11