"My heart shall cry out for Moab; his fugitives shall flee unto Zoar, an heifer of three years old: for by the mounting up of Luhith with weeping shall they go it up; for in the way of Horonaim they shall raise up a cry of destruction.
For the waters of Nimrim shall be desolate: for the hay is withered away, the grass faileth, there is no green thing."
It does not help to read a chapter like this and all you think about is the mountains on fire and your friends having to evacuate their homes. The only difference here is this chapter speaks of complete destruction, for my friends I feel miracles will happen to control the elements and contain the fires.
Day 1269
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