Brokenness

...some days the weight of the broken world, the fallen world is enough to make me spit nails and breathe fire.

I hate sickness.

I hate death.

I hate that people don't love.

I hate that people listen to lies.

I hate that people isolate and refuse to be a part of community they way God commands.

I hate things that are troublesome because of sickness.

I hate that people are impossible to communicate with.

I hate the brokenness of this world.

and sometimes the weight of it makes me angry.

sometimes it hurts.

sometimes it weighs heavy.

today it's all of it.