Hiding Out, Looking Out

Running for cover, explosions everywhere, eyes burn, stomach turns.

I'm hopping across the torrential river, carefully, the rocks are slippery.

I'll rest now in this dry spot. Recover before the shooting starts again, soon.

The enemy is lagging, losing site of me. A little more fire, a few more explosions. It can't last much longer, I'll be far out of reach.

Beautiful life.

Start from Where You Are

I forget where I am sometimes.

I recall the drudgery and pain, all to easily. When it pulls me under, I remember that I can swim.

Then I look at where I'm at and what I'm doing and how far I've come. I'm stable, positive and emotionally healthy. I've changed dramatically and don't need the things I used want.

I've turly repented and turned around. I will not go back to the way things were or who I was. I've been broken down and rebuilt.

His work will never finish but He forgives me all the same.

So the last shall be first, and the first last: for many be called, but
few chosen.

The Biggest Excuse

"If there is a God, then why is there so much suffering in the world?"

Without a belief in God then the world seems a chaotic, dangerous place. Subscribe to that idea and you will never want to leave your home.

To ask the question of why suffering exists is to imply a desire that stems from a place of true compassion accompanied by a strong need to resolve the human dilemma in some way.

Yet, how can you resolve the question without either resigning to an already apparent hopelessness, or else devoting your life to finding a connection to the problem of suffering?

Most people who will ask this question will never bother to move beyond their own self righteousness.

They have no genuine interest in the answer to their own question.

It is pain and suffering that cause me to believe, or else I would be forever lost.

Enter ye in at the straight gate: for wide is the gate and broad is the way that leadeth to destruction, and many there be which go in thereat...