This is exactly what I’m referring to from another thread I’ve commented on. I talk to people like Oliver everyday in my line of work. People are tired. They are worn out. They are asking “what’s it gonna take?” They care in their hearts, but morale is very low. They don’t wanna talk about all of this anymore. They want some peace.

I saw some scripture today on my cousins grave, who passed from a job site fall. It was from Matthew. When Jesus said when your tired, come to me for some rest. I believe that’s what many are doing. They are looking for rest. I’m not gonna hurt them anymore with hopium talk. I’ve done enough. We can talk about God. About real good news that God has in store for us. Let’s talk about mowers or our dogs or anything. I feel their pain now. I’m sorry for making them feel worse when they were beatin down at the time. I didn’t know. I was always used to fighting. God has told me to stop fighting. It’s been loud and clear.

But I can still stay informed. I can be more patient. And learn to remain silent a bit and learn to listen. I feel for Oliver. And the millions more just like him.