Death, can be a cruel teacher. Forcing you to accept reality when it strikes, leaving you with pain, agony, and all that often reaches the brim of human capabilities. Then it forces you to stop the fast-forward motion as it oddly places you back into
You start asking 'WHY?'
You think, you think about life and all that is worth living for; you think about eternity and the purposes of your being.
In the dark, you scramble for a shred of hope, a hint of light. When you find it, you grab for it. When you don't, you're left with a black hole.
I. I fight, I crumble, I stand, I get knocked down, and in the end, I let go... and I find myself in the embrace of the only one who saves. Life is worth the living, with him in place.
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Inspired by little Anya's passing, Syb?
yeah.. will be missing her cute face and all her teasing during parents' cellgroup fellowships. :(
it's been quite a summer for me, really. with four deaths happening in just two months. so it just got me thinking as i tried to digest all that was going on.
anyway, thanks for dropping by. hope you're doing well!
Nice blog. Very poetic.
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