I am sometimes disappointed, but I love my life ... and I must believe that the disappointments contribute something to what I love.
Somewhere along the line I decided that if I had something or did something that maybe it wasn't so great after all. I don't believe that anymore, but I realized today that in some areas I still act as though I do. I won't anymore. Smile. Sigh. Smile.
Walking away from something means believing for something more. And if I want something more, I must believe it's out there (or in here). Would God give me a desire that he could not fill? Or am I to suppose another source?