currently. i am sitting. i am sitting with a heating pad on my lap. cause im in pain. again.
and im growing weary of this pain. i want God to magically fix it. but its not one of those ailments you can cure. you just have to treat it. and of course im complaining.
and then i realize. im being selfish. im being self-centered. im doing just fine. i live in a comfortable home. i have food to eat. my parents have jobs. i am secure. i shouldnt be complaining.
right now, there are extreme droughts across the nations and they are destroying communities, tearing down economies and ripping helpless children from their mothers' arms.
and there are those horrible riots happening in london. to think they are "standing for an unjust death" when there innocent civilians being killed with the damage thats ensuing in the city.
it really pains my heart actually. i wish i could do something to heal all these people. i want to end the violence. end the wars. bring the mothers and fathers back from war to the children who miss them and worry about their safety every passing minute.
but to do such a thing would me i am god. and i am most definitely not God.
i cannot begin to imagine the plan God has to redeem this earth. i know it starts with Jesus. but after that... when there are no wars. no more tears. i can only dream.
i want to do something to help. maybe we can organize a penny drive at school for clean water and food rations in somalia. or donate to charities that help comfort little ones while their parents are at war. i want to lend my services to help bandage up this broken world. i cannot heal it, just treat it.
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