This is a very strange world, it seems to be at our fingertips and yet it's just an illusion; not the world but the idea of closeness. I still live in the same place and I'm still the same distance away from the people I love and of my friends who are now starting to appear in other parts of the world. It's just that I can communicate a lot easier now than before. I see the injustice that is happening to others easier and almost instantly, but I still can't touch people or comfort them for where I am, but I can do bits and pieces can't I.
Life is very strange too, isn't it? The more I travel along this path the more I hunger for home; not my house my home. Things seemed to be somewhat in control when I was younger even though life was being lived fast and somewhat dangereously, but now it's slower and I'm a little more careful; I'm ready.
My dreams don't seem to have amounted to much either; things I hoped to achieve seem to have stalled. Maybe it's just that I see the enormity of the dream now that I have slowed down. Maybe I now am able to see them un-blurred like I never before, and realise it will take more time and more effort and more tears and more love and more passion and more help and more prayer and more of what I don't have to see them come to the place where I can pass them on to the next generation of people who don't have everything it takes to see them through.
Thank God for Jesus who does have what it takes to fill me with those things I need and lack.
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