Praise Anyway

What is love—a sense of emotion and passion...an affirmation, or what, or what is it?

I love her, she loves me, but neither of us feels loved.
Then what? What is missing? What is lacking? What is not working?

Family

What does this word mean, really?
What does it mean to those who don’t have a complete family, to those who are not familiar with this idealized concept, to those who simply don’t feel the sense of union in this alien-like yet so mandatory and important basis of life, of God’s creation?

Time tells a lot, yes it does.

After years, for people to realize the betrayal and emptiness that exist,
may I just ask, how messed up is this?
It’s almost like we are forced to not only acknowledge, but always keep in mind of the fact that we are all separate individuals. Because by sticking this needle of truth into our blood, we will be saved from hurting so badly at the end.

The unfortunate news is not just cruelty in wars, in evil, in crimes, but also that inhumanity is more than a slight chance of thought within a family.
However, I was deeply taught and inspired to always praise Him, not just for happiness and goodness, but through pain as well; the sadness might seem so much more dominant than the gratitude, I might be fooling myself that I am indeed grateful, but I know He deserves to be praised, anyway.