just a movie.
but then you know it's not
just a movie.
it's not even the crossing itself that's the most difficult part of the journey.
it's the separation and loneliness.
heartache.
it's the desperation;
feeling of utter helplessness.
i'm disturbed.
don't want to ignore it.
i feel i'm responsible too, no?
can't just ignore it.
i want to do something. but
what am i doing?
what do ah do?
don't want it to be a oh-too-late-nothing-to-do-about-it-should've-done-something-though part of history again.
no one deserves to live in such misery and hopelessness.
Jesus died for them too.
Jesus died for them too.
but somehow i think that that would be so hard for them to believe.
and i don't blame them.
because even i doubt God's love when i'm here. sitting in a cozy library safe from the wind and rain outside. in the land of the free. healthy. with family. friends. food. school.
sad.
so what can i do?
is there anything i can do?
have Your Way in me.
