Hidden: The End....

Something miraculous happened. We barely slept due to starvation. This morning when my dad stood by the opening of the cavern to view the outside world, he saw loaves of bread laying there right by his feet. Oh, we were so hungry that we took at least 30minutes to eat. The most amazing thing is that there still are leftovers after at least the ten (or more) of us feed ourselves. God provided us. This experience made us wonder a little. I was thinking if God is keeping us alive when we could've died, what does that mean? Are there more obstacles to bear until he comes? Is it to test our persistence, trust, hope, faith (etc.) in Him? I don't know. Random thoughts just come across my mind every moment of the day. 

There is nothing much to do in our hiding place, except discussing about the Word of God. Ofcourse, we are very glad to have valuable, precious moments like these because we knew we could've been in a worse situation. As to what the rest of world is up to, we don't have the slightest clue. Though, you can tell by common sense that things are getting worse. Sometimes, the dark smokes fill up the clouds, and it's very depressing. There might be some wars and rage going on out there. In moments like these, I feel thankful to God for guiding us throughout our journey. Looking back at my life in city a few months before, things are really displaced now. Despite the lack of food, the physical pain, and the anxiety I had to suffer now and then,  I'm extremely grateful for the quiet and peaceful moment amid the crazy events occurring in this current world. Who knows when I will live through times like this will ever again? 

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I'm afraid... I won't be able to write again. There's was a huge explosion near our place yesterday after I wrote to you. The heat of the wave and maybe the radiation, or worse, the chemicals affected us. These agonizing boils, rash, and blood pouring from our bodies. My hands are really painful right now as I'm writing to you. But I don't want to abandon you. I might as well write while the pain is in its lowest stage. With all these burdens, we can't manage to escape again. Our conditions are much worse in reality, so you won't completely understand.

Oh! NO! My body is experiencing new symptoms. Our cave is like a hospital full of traumatic patients. My heart is convinced that Jesus is here with us. I want to believe so. Crying and wailing won't help our pain. That would only worsen it. I received help from my sister to write to you, but as her illness is worse than mine, I'm off on my own. I won't be able to write again. My hands are aching in pain. I want to write my last words and feelings to you. Hope is the only thing that motivated us to live our life without giving up. My family and I, are patiently waiting for Jesus' arrival — our ONLY hope. We might still be alive, or we might decease. But what does that matter as long as we are ready for Him? Already living in Him.