Deel 3: My verassing ~ The Remnants of an Ancient Civilization
Foshan word beskryf as an ancient civilization, in hierdie gedeelte van die stad is van die ou geboue gerestoureer en sommige van die oorspronklike mure vorm deel van die struktuur.
Dit is beyond beautiful!
walls don’t fall without effortsometimes our walls exist just to see who has the strength to knock them downno boundary or barrier surrounds the heart of a person that loves their self and othersi told him i had once lost everything i had too, and that i think thát can be God’s way of allowing walls around us to prompt us to look up at Himlet my silence grow with noise, as pregnant mothers grow with life. let my silence permeate these walls, as sunlight permeates a homemay the fire in your soul burn down all the fences and walls which society is trying to build around youthe more you hide, the higher the walls around you gets. the more you cry in silence, the thicker it becomesnothing kills creativity faster than a wallis it possible that my walls are specifically erected and intentionally reinforced out of the fear that God calls me to an existence without walls? and if this is so, do i realize that i am the warden of the prison that i created in which i myself am the prisoner?abundance in life is achieved only when we tear down walls and fill our lives with God ~ a reflectionthat’s the key to walking through the proverbial wall… you have to first see it as not being a wall, even though everyone you know still sees it as a wallbe thankful for these wallspride is often used as a way to protect our hearts and to hide the truth, pride causes us to shut down and build walls
prayers are like the powerful sounds of trumpets when God’s people come together and pray, the walls that challenge progress will falli was just trying to open the doors…but walls fell downif i have faith, what i see as a wall in front of me is in reality a door that will soon be behind mestep outside for a while ~ calm your mind. it is better to hug a tree than to bang your head against a wall continuallythe echo of happiness bounces against a walla person can put up any kind of protective wall, but love and truth always find a way around it
Ek het al só baie oor mure gedink. Hoe hard mens werk om jouself toegebou te kry. En ek het net soveel keer die pyn en vryheid ervaar van mure wat val.
Ek wil nie meer mure rondom my hê nie. Daardie hoofstuk is verby.
she ‘s changed
you can see it in her eyes
feel it in her touch,
and hear it in her tone
she’s not the same
and she’s never
coming
back
Die gedig wat jy hier aan die einde ingesit het, dis so vol ‘sê’; ook gelaai met self-insig. Die mure, die verf en die leef waarvan dit getuig, dis wonderlik, Liza.
Iets hier binne my het klaargemaak. Volume 3 van my lewe is voltooi. Ek begin nou skryf aan die eerste hoofstuk van ‘n nuwe begin. Ek is baie dankbaar.
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