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Shards of window glass shimmer in weed-strewn sod. Roof shingles clap with the wind, a spontaneous ovation for the dwelling that once was. With creaking voices, dark halls repeat long-gone conversations. Too much decay, too much damage; violent elements have disrespected the carpenter's dream.
The sagging-porch frown tells a painful story of beauty shattered. All that's left is a broken-down house.
"For we know that the whole creation has been groaning together in the pains of childbirth until now. And not only the creation, but we ourselves, who have the firstfruits of the Spirit, groan inwardly as we wait eagerly for adoption as sons, the redemption of our bodies. (Romans 8:22-23)
