This weekend was filled with re-occurring, unexplained lights in the sky…
It was filled with the aroma of God…
It was the inevitable realization that one day innocence is lost forever…
This was not a typical weekend for me. Things have changed in such a way to convince me that I believe in more than I thought I did; yet I trust much less…
It has been a weekend of mystery and of sobering self-awareness.
Isn’t it weird how sometimes the so-called light of “truth” shines on things, revealing them for what they truly are? It's like that stranger in the rocking chair in your dark room, becomes a hat resting on a coat when the lights are turned on. You know in your heart there is no stranger, but the darkness has its ways of convincing you otherwise.
The last three days have had hallow, vitriolic echoes; but the most tangible thing I have taken away, is a sense that the battle has only begun…
It was filled with the aroma of God…
It was the inevitable realization that one day innocence is lost forever…
This was not a typical weekend for me. Things have changed in such a way to convince me that I believe in more than I thought I did; yet I trust much less…
It has been a weekend of mystery and of sobering self-awareness.
Isn’t it weird how sometimes the so-called light of “truth” shines on things, revealing them for what they truly are? It's like that stranger in the rocking chair in your dark room, becomes a hat resting on a coat when the lights are turned on. You know in your heart there is no stranger, but the darkness has its ways of convincing you otherwise.
The last three days have had hallow, vitriolic echoes; but the most tangible thing I have taken away, is a sense that the battle has only begun…
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