Tears
Two words. They could’ve been left out. Two words. Out of over 783,000 other words. Two words. God had a purpose for them. Jesus wept. Two words. The shortest verse in the Bible. These two words draw us to our Savior. We tend to try to hide our emotions from the world, or push the sadness to the back of our minds. But with these two words God wants us to know it’s ok to be sad. God wants us to know He sees us. He understands. Jesus, the One who always was and always is, The Creator of the universe The First and the Last The Beginning and the End The One who knows He has overcome satan, sin, and death The Savior of the world wept. Because this world hurts. We can know that Heaven and a great reunion awaits us, but it doesn’t completely take away the hurt that we feel while we’re still here. Jesus knew that. He felt that. And He wept. Jesus loved deeply. And hurt deeply. And if you’re feeling this way today, it’s ok to let the tears fall. But know that one day, your Savior is going to wipe them all away. He will wipe every tear from their eyes. There will be no more death’ or mourning or crying or pain, for the old order of things has passed away. Revelation 21:4
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The girl that questions everything,is a girl that needs many answers.She wanders the earth trying to find the person that can answer her many queries.Everthing she writes has a hidden question that makes her heart ache and her head hurt.She spends days writing sad story's that she forgets her sad life.Shes in a painful story that never ends,she's in a story that writes itself.The pages in the book were filled ever so easy,because her heart wrote it for her.She spent her life being afraid,that's what made it so boring.Finding her passion was easy,but fulfilling it was the hardest part of all.Her writing may be boring and sad,but it's what keeps her sane. "She had all the questions in the word,and he had all the answers." Lillian xx
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Черничные пироги, молоко с мёдом. Приходи. Почитаю тебе стихи и раны замажу йодом. Буду исцелять поэтапно все твои трещинки и порезы, даже в твоё заледеневшее сердце, поверь мне, — смело полезу. Повір! Залізу без страху. Без жалю, не боячись. Бо наше розпалене вогнище змушує бути хоч чимось. І тільки не хвилюйся — ми не розчинимось. Ні одне у одному, ні у часі. Мы снова столкнёмся, неспособные противостоять этой связи. Истощенные, но в друг друге, нашедшие дом. Якщо не перше життя, то і не перший том. Не перший різновид мов у моїх віршах. Не найдёшь меня в жизни? Отыщешь во снах. За той дверью, где я нам в пирог добавляю чернику. Приходи. Мне одной без тебя здесь ужасно дико.
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