Some people show their emotions openly. Others build fortresses of steel. I hide mine behind paper walls. If you tried, you could come right through, but no one tries. If you looked hard enough, you could see right through, but no one looks. If you listened, you would hear me cry, but this world is designed to distract. This world is built to block. I don't want to live here anymore.
I take it upon myself to break through walls. I can't do them all. But I've moved many. Every time, it has been ugly. Our emotions eat us alive. They ravage us until we are nothing but a slight sliver of hope. But there is hope, however small. And nurtured and cared for, that hope grows into faith. That faith grows into understanding and that understanding grows into walking. And the water that feeds it is the word and the soil that the roots take hold in is none other than the love of our living God.
Breakdown someone's wall. Nurse life into death. Feed the starved. Clothe the naked. Love the hurt and scared.
Everyone who lives, dies.
Everyone who loves, cries.
But we do it together, and that makes it better.
Us, and our Living God.
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