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)
I always thank my God as I remember you in my prayers, Because I hear about your faith in the Lord Jesus and your love for all the saints. I pray that you may be active in sharing your faith, so that you will have a full understanding of every good thing we have in Christ. Your love has given me great joy and encouragement, because you, brother, have refreshed the hearts of the saints. Philemon 1: 4-7 This past weekend, I had a taste of what I know in my heart Our God has in mind for us as his creation, a taste of something good. My beautiful family, Oh how rich I feel after being in fellowship with them younger or older they may be. I feel full, and yet filled with longing too, a longing for the day when we will be made new in every way. As I think of our time this weekend together, I realize in my heart that there were so many things about the time that were not perfect, many dynamics of family that have a...
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