Why are we conditioned to be unsatisfied with everything in life? Especially ourselves? We create the most elaborate stories to perpetuate the myth of someone who we are not because sometimes it is easier not to know, to close your eyes and to walk away. But for how long can we fuel the fire of illusion before the Earth opens up and swallows us whole?
Allow me to explain myself.
Exhausted hospital beds supporting small sick bodies. Four month old lungs ridden with tuberculosis and pneumonia. Bones coverd in skin. Quite mothers fanning their children; keeping the flies away and fever down. Innocent eyes. Oxygen tubes taped haphazerdly to tiny faces and wrists. Barren hospital walls and empty shelves, no supplies. Innocent eyes with such saddness behind them. Children who have been raped. Babies posiend by mothers breastmilk. The smell of death lingering. Heat and coakroaches. Blood thats kills. Positive and negative. Faith. Acceptance. Survival. Struggle. Seconds. Children alone in a hospital lying listlessly, waiting. Holding babies who were born without a chance of growing.
I do not want to fill up my head with nonsense anymore. No more insincerity please. There is absoultly no time for small harbours when the ocean awaits.
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Dear Emily
Our world can be soooo difficult. There is so much sadness and hurt. I can only imagine how difficult it is to look into those eyes and see the sadness of the soul. Their world is blessed by your presence Emily and even though it looks like no-one can make a difference you can. Just for them to see your compassion and love look back at them allows them to see the face of Jesus. I really mean this. You are gift to them. Just continue to show Gods love by your smile and loving touch.
We take so much for granted and we complain about the smallest of things when we have no right. We have this beautiful little boy in our class who lost his dad last week. He knows suffering and pain. I see children coming to school whose home life is in shatters. They know suffering. We need to be real. You are real and I pray that you can be strong and continue your great work for the people of Africa. Gail and I keep you in prayer everyday so never feel alone because prayer will sustain you. God's blessings on you dear Emily. Mom sends her love.
Peace: Mr. Ron (this is what the kids have decided to call me)
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