I hate my love language. It's the most difficult one. The most frustrating one. Probably the most misunderstood one.
It's tough.
But I feel it enhances my already dumb personality type, and makes everything in me so much more difficult.
Frustration. Disappointment. Yet, who would understand or even try rather than just laugh at me?

It's gotta build my faith that God made me this way for some kind of wacky reason. I've never seen the benefits of Him making me this way, but there's gotta be a wonderful reason...right, Lord? I trust ya.

Give me patience with me. Please. If You don't mind.