So they took Jeremiah and cast him into the dungeon, of Malachi the king’s son, which was in the court of the prison, and they let Jeremiah down with ropes. And in the dungeon there was not water, butt mire. So Jeremiah sank in the mire. Jeremiah 38:6
Let the groaning of the prisoner come before You; According to the greatness of Your Power preserve those who are appointed to die; Psalm 79:11
So, this was my reading for this evening, a few of the scriptures. It dose not take much to understand and imagine what Jeremiah, the psalmist and others of faith went through.
I will admit I’m trying to find the good, aside from those who were ‘god fearing’ who helped Jeremiah out of the mire, I find myself sinking in my own version of mire.
Sometimes, the hope of God is hard fathom.
Sometimes-things tear at me.
My head is screaming at me, water is boiling over on the kettle and I don’t care.
Lord, according to the greatness of your power preserve those who are appointed to die.
I feel like I’m screaming and no one hears, and I suppose this is where I am left to rot.
In the thought of no hope.
The dark is so dark, and my light is so dim.
Why do I even bother to fight the good fight?
Oh yea, it’s because if good people did nothing the dark would overtake everything…
Can I just say I hate evil, can I just say I hate people of power not giving two craps about life, even when I call them, write to them.
It seems as if the warning falls on deaf ears.
They know, they just don’t care.
You know what I think of the wound called Benghazi?
I remember it so vividly, and so well; the fire, the blazing wounds, screaming in my head.
It happened the month I went to mercy ministries,
ironically. (eye roll)
I thought of this on and off while I was at
Mercy for seven months.
Their cry of help wasn’t answered for a
Treason on the part of the ‘
While thinking, the only logical conclusion I came to was this:
There are weapons being traded that our
‘leaders’ never talk about, never mention, never think two blinks of…
Weapons were handed off to our enemies,
and still are being given to them…
Those people knew it, and were killed because they knew too much!
As Ms. Clinton slept soundly in her bed without a care in the world…she has blood on her hands, and smiles all the while…
It sickens me…on a human level where is her humanity?
No where to be seen or traced…
Funny how all these years later the same ‘issue’ comes back to haunt isn’t it?
Yea Benny boy was killed, but the tippers had a high price: weapons, lives, and lies…
The price of blood being sold as
You must be logged in to post a comment.