When everything around me is fear, pain, death, heat and flame. My trust isnt shaken, but my joy is dimmed, my spirit hurts. My peace is left undisturbed, but I am sad. Indescribable sorrow can exist and not cause damage with faith, but I still have to fight back trembling. The world isn't in my hands, nor am I in the world's.
I turned around to see the voice that was speaking to me.
'Write, therefore, what you have seen, what is now, and what will take place later.'
3 comments:
aw dear... what was wrong?
Everything was that day...
...a friend killed herself, a family member attempted to, my cousin was stuck up at Westmont while those fires were going on, little Holly wasn't dong well... )= It was just a rough day.
*doing
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