in the midst of life, sometimes, it feels as if I'm missing something. I feel incomplete. Missing is the only word I can think to describe how I feel. It happens when I'm aware of my own depravity. When I see broken-ness around me. When nothing fulfills. I feel empty.
My comfort is that this world is not my home. Life isn't supposed to be perfect and we live in a fallen world. Thank God that I have a living hope for more. For better. To be with Christ, the ultimate satisfaction.
I count all things rubbish in order that I might gain Christ and be found in Him...
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