Shots are flying over my head I can hear the sounds of war so loud – deafening.  My tears fall on your face and I think you blink.  Are you alive?  God don’t let him die…not now.  Not yet, not like this

Deep breath…she regains her composure and fixes her eyes on the stones and memorizes the mouths of the ones spewing hatred at her nakedness and she is in part relieved for that familiar pain. 

I was so angry with you Lord, so angry. Angry enough to despise everything about you and everything you said to me. I felt forsaken

God gives specific detail on the “weight” of being a watchman. When He tells you to speak about a thing – you do it.