"I cry to God to help me.
From his palace he hears my call;
My cry brings me right into his presence..."
-- Psalm 18:6
what i think is important, isn't. pray, pray, pray. for broken hearts and empty spaces. for our friends who are crying, while we cry with them. life isn't an endless piece of time. it's not forever. this place just isn't. it tears us apart. one day we'll see, we will. but here, today, right now, we're here while people we love and need and just love and need with everything we are, they leave and go and we don't see them.
i'm searching for Truth, that's what i'm doing. i'm reading CS Lewis and Romans and finding Truth. because through all of this, Jesus is everything, Matthew West, well that's Truth. Truth i'm discovering is truly Truth. maybe if anyone's r
eading this it makes no sense, but that's the thing, i think i've discovered a tiny little piece of Truth. not a word or something, not a feeling; it's Truth.
pray with me for all of us?
Sanctify them through thy truth: thy word is truth.