The Nested Image of the World

When both my parents were dying I felt as though I was just a medical update machine. There was no real fellowship and there was no real comfort in that because at the end of the day nobody else could understand what was going on inside of me. As hard as they might try and even if they would come and sit beside me, which many of them did but nobody could understand what I was going through. Only Christ. AndBecause I knew that Christ could understand what she was going through,. And I was a friend to walk through that with. Some things are so very hard to put into words. You can't explain them to somebody else, especially when it comes to pain gets so tangled