Solidarity

And there! I missed July’s entry. Guilty. I did not even realize it until Arthur reminded me on the 1^st. My ardent fan J The travels, jet-lag, new home, ear infection, fever, rashes, cold and sniffles. They all made up an overwhelming July.
Just as the new house is starting to feel more and more like home, life seems to be settling down a little too. Hopefully we’re gonna be able to establish a more sustainable family and ministry rhythm as we enter the fall.

Even as I say this, the irony is not lost on me. That thousands in Gaza are losing their homes. Children led to the slaughter, Christians persecuted alongside others who do not share the Islamic extremists’ faith. Less than halfway around the globe, the distance between “heaven and hell”.

Every day a living hell

Having to scramble and hide.
Perhaps I might have given up
Living is too tiring with fright.

When will tomorrow be different

What is life on the other side like.
Are they thinking of us too
Do they even care?

There is no time now to think

This pause does not mean a rest.
The bombs will go off again
And bodies count climb.

Every day is life on the edge

Fighting to give hope a chance
Perhaps my faith might shine brighter
For light comes through the darkest night.

How long O Lord shall things be?

Pray, tell, and deliver me!