A few chords

So I sit.
Sometimes life is a close relative of Satan's kingdom. While my heart tears and convulses with the pangs of pain I hold for my hurting family members, I oddly feel closest to God at these moments. Whether my reaction to press into him is a response of a faithful disciple or a doubtful and vulnerable human being, I do not know. I suspect a bit of both, more so the human part...at any rate, I am grateful for it.
My heart cries for the widows and orphans and the homeless and fatherless and those without a family. I'm not sure where I'm going with this, so instead of wasting time, I'll cut this short- it's time to live for Isaiah 58:10 "and if you spend yourselves in behalf of the hungry and satisfy the needs of the oppressed, then your light will rise in the darkness, and your night will become like the noonday."
 That's all
Love and blessings,
Helena Elise

A few chords

So I sit.
Sometimes life is a close relative of Satan's kingdom. While my heart tears and convulses with the pangs of pain I hold for my hurting family members, I oddly feel closest to God at these moments. Whether my reaction to press into him is a response of a faithful disciple or a doubtful and vulnerable human being, I do not know. I suspect a bit of both, more so the human part...at any rate, I am grateful for it.
My heart cries for the widows and orphans and the homeless and fatherless and those without a family. I'm not sure where I'm going with this, so instead of wasting time, I'll cut this short- it's time to live for Isaiah 58:10