Note: Problem facing this world. Without Christ I'm lost. Stare at Syria and Yemen, these two downtrodden people and places enough. Want to groan, cry, scream – do something. Typing seems inadequate and vain. Done to echo and appreciate those keeping us aware and more importantly, somehow gather and put pressure on those who might make a difference. We all shout, we can do this. Appears a long-shot but we mustn't be discouraged. Those closest to these horrors have it all to face. May some of them, read and see something challenging the isolation. Pass on, our attention and care towards them. For me (and others), towards God, to intervene. Swamped by war that tends to desensitise. Not enough outcry. Need more. Not, it's, “just one more...”. // Took some time-off and forgot for a while. Feel ashamed. // Hope is. And hope must. Believe there'll be resolve. It's the – 'what can we do?' Reading and pictures, our turning towards. Keep asking myself, who to write, and what? Upset and supposed to be. Need-to-pray. These posts ought to be shorter. Too long – is too indulgent. My 'expression', albeit in prophetic intentions not best spending, all the time. Enough to stir onwards. Quickly. The way ahead is there. To somehow see this. God's way. What God wants. Amen.