"sometimes I want to ask God why He allows poverty, famine and injustice in the world... But I am afraid He may ask me the same thing."
me and one my friends, we were talking about Heaven today. how you can't really comprehend it; how good it is, or anything. even the fact that we're really going there. i mean, all i understand is that i'm alive.
but i know Heaven is real, and that in maybe not too long, i'll be Home. that's a thought to ponder; if i'm going to Heaven tomorrow, then today... i must love how i am always unsure to, say the things i'm scared to say. i must give up my life. to Jesus.
because suddenly all that matters is how i've loved. huh.
psalm 119, "i am a stranger in this place."
adventure on, folks.
Jesus is with us always.