May 5, 2010

Sometimes, I hate being right. I hate meeting someone and having a bad feeling about the person and then having the feeling confirmed. I hate giving advice about the person and having the advice ignored. I hate feeling helpless when the world comes crashing down for someone else. I hate it when children are caught in the landslide. I hate rocks, hard places, and everything between the two. I hate trying to pray for someone but not knowing how to pray for the situation.

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