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May 2015
This is not complaining-
rather an expression of some truth.
I feel useless sitting at this desk...
trying to write articles on what "modern love"
means to me and you.

I scroll through Facebook,
or shall we call it "death"
with "nothing" better to do.
And I see faces with no light talking
about sin with a certain pride.
And it hurts. Have you ever felt that?
A desperation to see them saved?
And it physically hurts your heart?
Like hey, I know I'm okay sitting at this desk
protected by Him, on the inside. But I can do nothing!
NOTHING
without Him.
If it isn't for Him.
By Him.
With Him...
for me there is no pride.
Please read this and consider something deeply.
Where does your salvation lie?
It isn't okay...yet.
Jennifer Weiss
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