Is not with the enemies all around.
The enemies without.
People never changing,
only calcifying into hardened images of their sin.
Losing all the softness, the tenderness.
Plating over, scales upon scales.
Going blind as their eyelids stiffen.
As i struggle to not lose faith, hope and joy.
As i struggle to remember that God sees.
To keep pulling my own scales off as they grow.
To keep loving.
To keep believing.
Not in people. They are as flawed and failing as i.
But in the Father.
And does not change
But is making all things new.