Live Metanoia

Every once in a while my heart gets heavy and hurts.

It hurts for many reasons and many things.

It hurts for rappers and celebrities who have such sadness and hate in their souls they rather run toward evil and the travesties of this world than to God.

Who don’t understand the foundation of who God is. Who have been hurt relentlessly by their fellow man, and religion, and church, and have been treated with anger and prejudice instead of forgiveness and love.

It hurts for my family who isn’t appreciated enough by others for their loyalty and work ethic. Who strive to do the best they can over and over again and are treated like a cog in a wheel. Who put in the time. Who bleed the hours. Who love fiercely and give abundantly. Who still has faith even when the world tells them not to.

It hurts for my friends who have major change thrusted upon them. For people who struggle to live and succeed in this “cancel culture” world. For the ones who struggle with mental health in a world that tells them to be fine. For their physical health in a medical industry who pulls them through a revolving door. For ones who are constantly pushed down, who are tired, and who are stepped on, but who get back up again and again because around here? We don’t quit.

Sometimes my heart hurts for me. Who lives in an empty home. Who sometimes feels ugly and unlovable. Who knows to lean on God during hard times, but struggles to know he’s there. Who really needs a hug and a good cry, but has no one’s around.

Every once in a while my heart gets heavy and hurts.

Maybe I should go to bed.