I tend to feel stuck and lost
in a constantly changing sphere, in a place where everyone seem familiar.
It’s undeniably awful to feel like I’m in a place where all I can see are terror and grief. All I can hear is greed. Stench of blood and black powder linger in the air. Fear and pain roam the streets as I savor the bitterness of rules.
It’s so lonely and overwhelming to bear these but then I was taught not to worry about things that I cannot change—the things of yesterday, tomorrow and today.
All I can change is what’s within me.
I can change my perspective, my decision, my emotion.
Each day has enough trouble of its own.
Therefore I should not worry and maybe smile a lot more.
That being said, one of the things we should not lose, especially now during these hard times, is HOPE. Hope that is anchored on the promises of God.
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Yes, my soul, find rest in God;
my hope comes from him.
Truly he is my rock and my salvation;
he is my fortress, I will not be shaken.—Psalm 62:5-6 New International Version (NIV)
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