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8/25/2015

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do you guys ever just get sick and tired of living in a cracked and broken world?  of your loved ones hurting or you yourself hurting?  physically, emotionally, spiritually, relationally, financially, and any other kind of -lly ha!  i don't know about you, but for me it just feels like these days everyone around me is carrying some tough tough stuff!  just big whoppers!  and it seems every day i hear different stories of people getting terrible news, death & sadness & depression & rape stories from isis & sickness & hard conversations & hard heartedness...  the heaviness of it all gets wearisome, huh?!  

so here's what i recommend: memorize the lyrics to the following song so that when you take a night drive with the windows down by yourself, you can scream the lyrics and play it over & over as you breathe in the night air.

kinda healing and i think you'll just start naturally crying it out... at least it always makes me (: don't forget to play it loud!


also, there's comfort in knowing that feeling all the hurts of living in the world is inevitable for a bigger, more beautiful heart and a deeper intimacy and response to the Father.  a saying that i totally love (a bit over-used, but i still love it) is "be kind, for everyone you meet is fighting a hard battle."  i think that's true, because gosh, the more i live, the more i realize that you just never know what people are carrying and kindness and really seeing people go such a long way.
words fall short tryna comfort the grieving,
but you gotta know that there's hope to believe in!
one day my God's gonna crack the sky
He's gonna bottle up every tear that we ever cried
bring truth to every lie, justice for ever crime
all our shame will be gone and we'll never have to hide
no more broken hearts, no more broken homes
no more lockin doors, no more cops patrollin
no abusive words, or abusive touches
no more cancerous cells that'll take our loved ones
no more hungry kids, no more natural disaster
no child will ever have to ask where his dad is
no funerals where we wear all black
and death will be dead, He'll unlock the casket
yes!
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