It sort of feels like a distant relative died… like I’m an empath sitting in a funeral and although I don’t know the deceased very well I can feel the pain, anger, sadness, and absolute shock around me. The hollowness from words of comfort offered from those who will never be able to identify with my loved ones causes sarcasm to urupt from my throat, but I swallow it back. Not wanting to spend countless minutes and wasted breaths on something they will never understand. They weren’t born here. There perspectives haven’t been shifted by the people who patrolled our neighborhoods, the look of pity from those who tried to understand our cause, or the ones who claimed to understand what we stood for only to wish for the very opposite behind our backs. Yet I choose to love you, because lack of knowledge is bliss. I don’t take lightly that one day I will have to rip off the bandage of your thinking exposing festering wounds that you had once perceived as healed. We may or may not get through this, as it may be too painful for you to identify with. Yet I pray you open your mind to growth. Growth is uncomfortable and sometimes painful, but if only you were willing to endure… are my thoughts as I accept your condolences. We never expected to be here, but we will persevere.
I pray your week went as well as could be expected and I pray you all have a wonderful weekend. I love you all and I leave you with this…
Romans 12:12-16 NLT
Rejoice in our confident hope. Be patient in trouble, and keep on praying. When God’s people are in need, be ready to help them. Always be eager to practice hospitality. Bless those who persecute you. Don’t curse them; pray that God will bless them. Be happy with those who are happy, and weep with those who weep. Live in harmony with each other. Don’t be too proud to enjoy the company of ordinary people. And don’t think you know it all!
Thanks again, God bless and One love.
-Quellz (komplex simplicity)