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How Can They Watch Us Burn? ~ Lori Watson Stories
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How Can They Watch Us Burn?

"The pain of those who silence, ignore, and ostracize the traumatized while enabling and applauding abominations is a pain that strikes deep into your breast bone and down through your heart, where it seeps into your veins and spreads its bitter poison..." Lori Watson Stories

The pain of those who silence, ignore, and ostracize the traumatized while enabling and applauding abominations is a pain that strikes deep into your breast bone and down through your heart, where it seeps into your veins and spreads its bitter poison. Resentment oozes from your pores with every cry of how could they and I thought they loved me and they know this is wrong and why is it okay to destroy me and how can they allow this to happen…

How can they watch us burn with smiles on their face?

And then you see the smoke rising up, the whiff of sulfur from the resentment in their veins, and the furious scribbling as they rewrite the truth, as they close off their hearts to your pain- and theirs along with it. 

And you claw at your skin, ripping open veins and watching the resentment pour out. Hot tears wash the poison away and you look up to the heavens and plead to your Father, “Help me forgive.”

You lie there for awhile, the fire still burns and your insides are on the ground beside you. Your breast bone’s split wide open but your heart still beats. It beats and you breathe. 

How could they?

Your heart skips a beat.

How can they watch us burn?

Your breath catches in your throat.

The rivers of resentment reverse and slide back into your open veins. You try to resist by sheer force of will, but the pain is too intense and the betrayal too deep. Shut them out, close the door, rip your heart out of your chest if you have to… but you know you’re powerless to stop it. 

God, don’t You care?

And He wraps you in His embrace and you lean into Him and say, “I can’t do it, Father, it’s too much for me. I need You to do it through me.”

And He says, “Yes, My precious child, all you had to do was ask.”

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