I don't know why we get stuck...here on this earth as if it's important. It's an evil place. We still see a fraction of God's beauty.
Do others remember singbirds, pretty birds?
Now 90% are crows, black, clumsy, raucous sound.
Our home is not here.
We live by grace. I easily could have been killed...tonight. But I'm here.
Very painful to watch believing family hurt.
Thank God He sees, knows.