Tired of it all

I have a friend who told me the other day they where ready to just give up.

Tired of it all. Tired of being in a chair.Tired of being here.Tired of the food.

Today their sugar dropped on them.Sweating,queasy almost on the verge of passing out.

That scared them and pulled them back to reality.

Maybe they where not all that tired of living yet they said.

It is easy to just give up.Hanging in there when you got so many strikes against you well that takes courage.

We are the way we are.For some purpose,what I have no idea there is a reason for my friend's suffering.

God has a plan for them.A purpose.

God has a purpose for us all I think.

Maybe even me.

The return

This is not the land of the midnight sun.So why is it burning brightly at 1 am in the morning?

Wait I don't think it's the sun at all.So bright.Hurts my eyes .It's like being awaken by a bright flashlight being shined into your eyes.

What is this light hanging up in the sky? That sound.Blasting.Loud.

The sound of trumpets.Whistling of wings like a flock of large birds.

Gabriel's trumpets blowing announcing the return...