she couldn't sleep. the sound of rolling thunder and her own thoughts gnawing away at any hope of a peaceful slumber. peace. serenity. she opened her bible.
"And we know that all things work together for good to them that love God, to them who are called according to His purpose."
-Romans 8:28
it was then that the rain started to fall. lightly at first, then furiously the drops came down...as if mother nature was crying all the tears she, herself, couldn't. am i to blame? were my own misguided actions what have eventually led to this?...was all of my effort in vain?...was it actually for the greater good or just one person's distorted view of the truth?
if only she could stretch out her arms across the ocean...console you. hold you until the pain disappeared. promise to you that you will never hurt like this again. but that is a wish she has no authority to grant. so the rain continues to cry her tears, her heart continues to carry your pain, and her mind continues to send prayers up to heaven on your behalf...
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