Look at hearts.
Look up. Look out.
Look in. Look deep.
The eyes are the window to the soul.
Some time ago I stopped.
Stopped looking. Stopped caring. Stopped connecting.
What am I afraid of?
Afraid I'll see hurt I can't heal?
Afraid they will see my hurt?
Afraid to admit life isn't perfect?
I'm not perfect.
I don't expect them to be perfect. ... Do I?
I want to heal their hurt- or would it take too much?
I want to be healed. But, I don't really want to admit I've been hurt.
Without connection there's no life.
The electricity, the voltage, the energy... is missing.
Connecting hurts. It stings. It shocks. It changes things.
It brings life.
God is the God of the living, not the dead.