servant

The indefinite desire to feel of such extreme necessity in one's life.

The revolving thought that the meaning behind my existence is solely for the purpose of being present for others and never of me.

I am not meant to feel complete if it is not in service to others.

The breaks in between are intermissions for fuel. A small water break.

That is why I hurt. I hurt so hard when it is time to break free from what I have made whole.

"But without you, I am broken." No, my dear, I leave nothing broken. You are complete.

The innate focus on being just as God is—selfless, full of love, and nurture.

I understand the agonizing sharpness God feels when His children hurt.

And just like God, when you hurt me, I understand.

I forgive. I love harder.

And with that, I am so complete.