Today I went to church twice. Both times to pray. It was a sweltering heat that accompanied me to and fro. Still it always feels good to spend time with the brethren.
I feel a bit sad tonight though. Some people I know are going through some rough patches in their lives.
Rough things are a part of life in general. I have no problem with that. What makes this sad to me is that their rough patch is because of the way someone handled them.
We develop thicker ‘skins’ every time we get beaten. Every lashing, every stabbing, every bruising session creates callouses on our hearts and souls. And then we are most likely the ones who need to work with great diligence to smooth away these tell tale signs of abuse. Painstakingly soothing away discolouration. Patching up the wounds. The wounds other people have inflicted for reasons unbeknownst to us.
Makes me cry. I hate injustice.
That’s why its vital to me to stay linked to the God who rights all wrongs. I simply wouldn’t be able to bear living in this world otherwise.
Just wanted to share mu supper wuth you. Making pasta has proven to be very therapeutic. Especially when you end up with futtucine and a bolognese sauce like in the pic. I topped it with some blue stilton cheese.
Wish my bestie had been here to share it with me. Mayb one day hey!
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