Im lying in bed, thinking of the family members of the deceased and how they all skip sleep tonight... and probably many more nights. Its hard to describe how at the same time at two different places, two different lives go on. Im here in my warm comfy bed, theyre probably out there grieving on the ground, or on their children' bedroom floor, or on the hospital floor... Who knows.. Arent i glad that im alive?... To some, being alive is simply bliss.
People say pain makes you stronger.
Maybe sometimes it doesnt make you stronger.
Maybe sometimes it just hurts.
I heard lots of pp say stuffs like if God exists, why would he let this happen to the innocent children... Personally i think we shouldnt blame God for the bad things that happen in life.. None of them is done by God but by human. But thank him for all the good things we've received.
God blesses.
Dont loose faith.. In the darkest hours, even when every cell on your body opposes, still grip on to even a thin string of faith.. It will lead you through.
