So yesterday was the dinner party, and it was really neat. The food was really good and the company even better. After the dinner the missionaries followed me home, since I live like 40 minutes from where the hostess and her husband, and it was late. So that was really nice. I had a super good evening.
When I got home I asked mum to call me, so I could tell her about the evening. She called, but she had some bad news about some of my or, I should say our relatives. Just ripped my heart out, I was so sad for them. It's just not fair. I've prayed, prayed and once again prayed. And it seems like there's a light in the end of the tunnel for them. My heart just aches for them. I love them I'm just, bleeeh. All I can say, no one has died, but it's a tragedy to say the least. Wish I could do more for them, but I live 4 hours with car from them. I have no car. Mum and dad left yesterday evening so they could help out, but I have my dog and I'm in charge of watching their cats and house. But hopefully I'll be able to see them before school starts. I'm just so, I don't know. I'm really close to these people. And I just wish I could do more and it breaks my heart. I don't know what to do with myself. I'm angry and the system who hasn't helped them one bit, not at all. Even though we've been pleading at times. It's just lucky that my mum's such a good person when it comes to explaining and support that she has managed to talk to them, and it seems like they've finally understood the seriousness. I hope so.
Ugh, I just had to write. I couldn't write it on my other blog, cos people know who I am there and all that. So it's nice to be able to write here. Without anyone really knowing who I am and so on. Oh well, I'll just get ready now. I have to go back to their house to feed the cats and so on.
Bless you all
Tags: Praying Faith