kickoff; touchdown

i do not play, watch, or appreciate NFL.

stepped in and saved the day, but once again i say amen and it's still raining you never left my side..... though my heart is torn, i'll praise you in this storm...

the wee hours of 3rd march marked many things for me.
i don't remember crying in the past... i lost count.
strength in crying.. it's interesting and foreign to me at this point to me.
those are things i don't know.
things i know, i don't like this cynicsm.
i do not appreciate that i am capable of such bitterness.
i agree that it's not right to be skeptical just cause i'm hurt.
and it doesn't hurt that much to go down on knees to apologise, it's just getting real with yourself.

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Alphonsues, Brenda and Charlene are from my church. i love them.
Robyn, Sarah and Timothy are from this church. i don't hate them, i find it really easy to disregard their existence at this point in time.
my church... is... this church.
so why the difference?

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the above was an illustration, and has got no bearing on any characters living or dead.

all aspects i look at it with the 2 decades i've had on earth, whether math or scientifically, logically or even emotionally, i'm unable to mark out the black and white.
whether like a butcher with his cleaver that severs bone from cartilage, or a neuro-surgeon with his scalpel dissecting flesh from tissue, i cannot find that definite line where to lay the blade.
and i've realised why.
because beneath all that's made by Him, runs His blood, and for that, in all differences, there is grounds for similarity.
you are my family.
i cannot hate you, i must not.
Lord, help me learn this truth.

kickoff was when Life was breathed into us, the game ends and the stadium empties the day He comes home. the game that goes on, is one with panting, blood, sweat, tears, a broken jaw or two, one too many fractured bones, and stress to our bodies. Every now and then the Referee calls a foul, or which one side would cheer, and the other would swear. at the end of each touchdown, there's a side that wins, and the other that loses. which would we all be when the floodlights go out?