Where can I go?

I remember my days of test from not long ago. I didn't particilarly want to meet people. They hurt, their words hurt. And now I find myself in their shoe. I hurt. My presence hurts. And I hurt inside. I wish I could leave the 'I' behind and bring comfort to people. But still ChrIst needs to use me. As Imperfect as I am.
I wish to dissapear for a while, if my absence brings solace, to change the unchangeable.
To a dear being, as dear as s sister, as barren wombs-turned fruitful brought us closer together under the very cross where we got healing, one fear marres joy. That one fear hurts more than words can describe. That fear hurts me too.
I prefer to have faith, a faith that moves mountains. A faith that claims promises. A faith that drives away fear.
Its an unfortunate thing that I was born without that kind of faith. But I know who has it!! I can go where I can find it! And all we can do is to leave the fear in exchange for the faith & for the hope, knowing that He is in control.

Picture of the year!

Jean-petit unfolded half a roll of tissue and was told to learn to roll it back. When I turned around to look, this is what I saw...