PEACE.
This semester. A missions trip. A four month lag to completing a class. A broken car. A desperate search for a third roommate. A lack of work hours
This semester my parents paid for all the remaining of my tuition. My dad just talked to me over the phone yesterday and he wanted to send me money to pay for.. practically the rest of the rent until the lease is over. "Stop it," I said, "You don't have to do that." I recently learned about love languages, and I realize that my parents show love by giving me things and providing for me. They don't give hugs. They don't say nice things. They don't necessarily make dates with us besides for meals. If I take away my need for them, I take away the way they know how to display love for me. Last semester and this semester, I chose hunger before I would ask for help. It's my pride, my worthless pride.
I'm glad you learned about love languages! It really helps to understand why some people don't respond to the way we try to show them love, and also help us heal our own hearts when we don't feel loved by people that matte to us. AND, it helps us be aware of trying different methods of showing love to different people. I LOVE you, Tori! Keep it up!
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