As I get older, I get this sense more and more that life, the one we are living right now is really quite empty. The older I get the more I am aware of the fact that I am not whole, that there are pieces of me missing. As my incompleteness weighs heavy on my mind I continue to walk through the days. The breaths I take are sometimes without relief. My desire to move to a new place throbs in my skin. Yet i feel some invisible force holding me here, at least for now. When I perceive the hold, I'm reminded of the fact that truly, I don't live where I was meant too. No matter where I go here in this place, I will always feel like leaving again, because I can never be in the place I'm really supposed to be here in this life. And so i come back to hope, mostly I live there. Though at times it dims and slips out of focus. I think that would be why we need each other, we need each others sight sometimes to see the hope, which, if I recall will be something that will remain. (Faith, hope, love)
John 6:35-40 NIV [35] Then Jesus declared, “I am the bread of life. Whoever comes to me will never go hungry, and whoever believes in me will never be thirsty. [36] But as I told you, you have seen me and still you do not believe. [37] All those the Father gives me will come to me, and whoever comes to me I will never drive away. [38] For I have come down from heaven not to do my will but to do the will of him who sent me. [39] And this is the will of him who sent me, that I shall lose none of all those he has given me, but raise them up at the last day. [40] For my Father's will is that everyone who looks to the Son and believes in him shall have eternal life, and I will raise them up at the last day.”
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