Akhiya stares past me into an inner room full of her paintings. Some of her canvas is slashed, others she has painted over and over. She will not show me any more, she says. Her face is a closed door but I cannot leave.
She pushes away my John 3:16, her eyes empty with indifference. Nope. She cannot ‘believe’ this 7 Letter Password :
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I do not let my heart break this time. Am praying she will stop believing in everything she disbelieves. Hey.
How come disbelief is that easy to believe ❓
Who can help another out of this logical pond they build around them self: an armour against a 7 dimensional world we believe exists in our thoughts, and maybe hell, but heaven? Uh uh. Nope.
I cannot help her out of her addictions. She cannot wrap head around God that would choose to die in her place; how come Eternal Life is free of penalty, can it be that free⁉️ And, oh is Jesus/ God, real?
All this seems so easy to just say. But Disbelief is way harder. I’ve tried It (disbelief). It is like-old-seriously-chewed-chewing-gum. You got to scrape it mercilessly off yr sole (soul🥹) to run free.
May the 7 letter P.sword lead us to Christ.🫂
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