6 de agosto 2013

feeling myself drawing near to a breakdown. it’s funny, cus Alisha told me the staff told her you’d experience one in the first two weeks, then in the first three months, another at half a year, and then one at your year. add (doubtfully subtract) five or ten or fifteen.

i’ve got a tired feeling that seeps down to my bones. it’s from all this transition.

it’s been fascinating to listen to the teen girls’ stories- how they slept on nothing but the floor, were beaten as if it was just customary, their parents made promises, family passed away, were torn from their brothers and sisters and haven’t heard news of them for years…. and yet they sit in front of you, eyes open wide, breathing, surviving. like, how’d they make it through??

now, they’re not all in one piece. but who honestly can say that anyone is?

and here’s me, Stateside born-and-raised, with her family loving and intact, never been devoid of any material luxury, nor abused by those she trusts most.

who am I to relate to the tragedies you’ve wrought through?

i’m just some twenty year old girl.

but that’s so far from the point.

i can’t do it on mere human terms. i can’t do it at all.

>>God is the One that can restore. His Son is the One that can relate. His Spirit is the One that equips you, that guides you, that brings you out victorious.<<

He works through the both of us, to speak to where both of us are at,
to weave our stories together, to allow us to teach each other through what He is teaching
both of us. we’re in this together, because He is what we’re in.

only His words are the words that will bring healing. i must seek Him first to know His words, before i try to give them on my own accord.

this is key.

a constant reminder to me.