Jesus Love You. Period.
There is darkness in information overload, constant debating turned confrontation and reading the barrage of opinions and rude remarks. We listen, unpack, then regurgitate it back to the masses. All the while, filling our thoughts with worldly nonsense in a brain not capable of holding more. Processing is a function that tires you out. If you don't prioritize your ideas, you will lose ground in mental clarity and stability.
You want a friend to believe in you? I am here. You want to take a moment to see another story than your's, I'm here. We can qualify the narrative that power, greed, and brutality exists among those in positions of trust.
Our hearts cry, and our blood looks the same.
For dead men are speaking, to the world from the grave.
The character of unconditional love is a gift. It blinds us to the truth. Yet, it simultaneously exposes us to the truth.
In dreams they stay.
There is no perfect mom out there. You will never convince me there is. There is only love.
I pray this will slow us down. When the virus peaks and we find ourselves on the other side, I hope we remember the lives lost, and what we did right and wrong. Self-reflection is crucial to moving forward.
I never thought I would one day live through something we've only read about in history books. I hoped I wouldn't. Yet, here we are. The world has come to a halt.