900 days worth of scars.How do you overcome that.
Our grace is not sufficient.We are definitely not Jesus.I really wonder how Jesus does it.
900 days if scars just feels like a volcano waiting to erupt.
Though when it does that one kaboom,the lava is just overflowing,burning everything else as it flows,air gets so thick.Killing the beauty in it's way.
It will take a long time to clean up the whole mess.Patient,love,kindness,stress,tears,joy,agitation,nightmares of the eruption,support,repair.
The beauty once surrounding it,the beautiful breathe taking stunning scenery,serenity,joy,peace will never come back again.
Repairs can be done,people surrounding can lend a hand to help,love..But that is the most.They,the helpers don't have to live the life of those destroyed.No matter how they say or do,they will never know no matter how much the say,help,build,They wont.Though their effort is very much the need in that time.
The inhabitant will never live the way they did before..Everything has changed.The very foundation of their home which they built,the flowers they planted,friends they made.All destroyed in a matter of seconds.
Sure they can rebuild,replant,make new friends.But it will never be the same again.The walls of the home,the memories experience within the wall.Gone.
Reconstruction.Only better,or is it even worth building again.
Perhaps,just move away and start afresh.
Choices choices.
What a paraphrase I have in mind tonight.
Our grace is not sufficient.We are definitely not Jesus.I really wonder how Jesus does it.
900 days if scars just feels like a volcano waiting to erupt.
Though when it does that one kaboom,the lava is just overflowing,burning everything else as it flows,air gets so thick.Killing the beauty in it's way.
It will take a long time to clean up the whole mess.Patient,love,kindness,stress,tears,joy,agitation,nightmares of the eruption,support,repair.
The beauty once surrounding it,the beautiful breathe taking stunning scenery,serenity,joy,peace will never come back again.
Repairs can be done,people surrounding can lend a hand to help,love..But that is the most.They,the helpers don't have to live the life of those destroyed.No matter how they say or do,they will never know no matter how much the say,help,build,They wont.Though their effort is very much the need in that time.
The inhabitant will never live the way they did before..Everything has changed.The very foundation of their home which they built,the flowers they planted,friends they made.All destroyed in a matter of seconds.
Sure they can rebuild,replant,make new friends.But it will never be the same again.The walls of the home,the memories experience within the wall.Gone.
Reconstruction.Only better,or is it even worth building again.
Perhaps,just move away and start afresh.
Choices choices.
What a paraphrase I have in mind tonight.
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