I always believed that God didn’t make people to be garbage. They weren’t made to throw away, to discard when they don’t FIT other’s expectations. I’ve fought my whole life with family members, people, whatever to accept them but they always seem to be unacceptable. Im 64 years old now, and it just came to me. I am the garbage. God put me on this Earth, in this life, to be hurt, abuse disrespected, alone and trampled on by EVERYONE I’ve ever known, and NEVER accepted.

It came to me. I am God’s trash. I am the one that’s always been thrown away, used, tricked, attacked, disrespected, left for dead. Today, again, I see how God just keeps allowing this. Fine, Maybe going to heaven is a trick because the simple little niceties in the Bible hardly have been true for me.

He knew my life would consist of all that it has. He put me here. I am the garbage to be tossed out. To be thrown away. To be trampled on.

I am God’s Garbage.