American Texan Speaks From His Heart.
By Shawn Branch
My dad and the people of Biafra: Listening to these songs and thinking about what my dad is going through with his stage 4 cancer. Also I think about what the people in Africa called the Biafrans are going through. Hardly anyone talks about them. They are Christians being persecuted and also genocide is being committed against them. The biggest perpetrator is their own “government” in Nigeria. The government is led by Buhari. He is a very vile and evil man. He orders attacks against defenseless Biafrans without even batting an eyelash. Anyhow, back to the origin of this post.
Thinking about this stuff and listening to the songs I am listening to it makes me want to cry. I want to cry for my dad and for the Christians who suffer because of their faith. I'm trying to hold back from crying because Lord knows I am too tired, both physically and mentally, to cry. I have a very soft, gentle heart that I don't just wear on my sleeve...my heart is too large to fit on my sleeve...I wear it...it encompasses my whole being. I haven't let the hardships I've faced and am facing change me. I haven't let society and the world get to me and change me.
Sometimes I wish I could harden up and place a shell around my heart so I won't have to feel as deeply as I do about things. My mind is constantly in drive...even when I lay down to sleep, I can't get it to stay in park. It keeps me weary. That is why almost every night I stay up all night long until I am finally tired enough to sleep. I don't want to just lay down before then because I know my mind will pick up the pace with thoughts rushing through my head. I better close this out now before the flood gates open...just pray for me, my dad and the persecuted Christians.
By Shawn Branch
Shawn Branch |
Thinking about this stuff and listening to the songs I am listening to it makes me want to cry. I want to cry for my dad and for the Christians who suffer because of their faith. I'm trying to hold back from crying because Lord knows I am too tired, both physically and mentally, to cry. I have a very soft, gentle heart that I don't just wear on my sleeve...my heart is too large to fit on my sleeve...I wear it...it encompasses my whole being. I haven't let the hardships I've faced and am facing change me. I haven't let society and the world get to me and change me.
Sometimes I wish I could harden up and place a shell around my heart so I won't have to feel as deeply as I do about things. My mind is constantly in drive...even when I lay down to sleep, I can't get it to stay in park. It keeps me weary. That is why almost every night I stay up all night long until I am finally tired enough to sleep. I don't want to just lay down before then because I know my mind will pick up the pace with thoughts rushing through my head. I better close this out now before the flood gates open...just pray for me, my dad and the persecuted Christians.
The lord is your strength and salvation
ReplyDeleteAmen. Yes He is.
ReplyDeleteThe Christian countries must save biafrans now from the hands of evil buhari in nigeria..
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