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  I live in my own little world.  I keep all my thoughts inside

my shell.  Often times someone will drop a tear on me, and I

begin to soften.  Before I know it that tender spot that felt the

tear drop, begins to shy away from others who care. 

I crawl at a snails pace.  I hide when I see trouble coming.

Danger lurks at every turn.  Heartache seems to have become

a friend.  As I cross life highway, the people go by busily, not

even aware that I am inside the shell hoping someone will

talk to me and pull me out. 

God, my creator, didn't  intend for me to shy away from groups

of people.  He even gave me the gift of love and the joy of

greeting others and making them feel comfortable. 

Then when I begin to sense a change in my surroundings,

and those I really did care for, seemed almost afraid of me.

I didn't quite fit the mold.  I wasn't worth them coming to my humble

abode and knock on my door and ask, "are you okay?  Can

I do anything to help you?"  No phone calls to just to say I

have been thinking of you.

So I stay here in my little world, and pull back when I see

danger lurking, or more heart ache around the corner.

I am not alone in my own little world.  I have Jesus.  He

will heal the wounds, and bind up the broken hearted.

Oh, yes I know the saying is to go to someone else who

is worse off than I.  Actually, I am here for others when they

need to talk.  I do come out of my shell when the Lord

speaks to me of a need.

Must I stay living in my own little world?  Do I stay in my

protective shell?  No, I suppose not.  It is just more

comfortable here where no one knows me,, where I

can pull back in my shell and come out when someone

comes knocking.

Maybe I won't be needing to live in my own little world

where I won't miss the sunshine, or smell the flowers

that give off a fragrance.  Maybe I will do well to pet

a puppy, and let it lick my hand with kisses, or pet

a cat and hear it purr.  Perhaps, I can pick up the phone

and say hello to someone I know is ill or  grieving.

That would bring me out of my shell.

Living in my own little world, I don't let myself feel

sorrow or pain, but it comes visiting me anyway.

I suppose I should send Jesus to the door when

they come knocking on my shell.  He will tell them

to go away, and pick me up and gently hold me

and coax me to come out into the open where

there is light, no more darkness.  Where there

is laughter, no more tears.  Where there is health

and no more pain. 

I believe I will quit 'living in my own little world.'

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