1:53am and the rest of my invisible countdown ahead of me. til I’m either up in the arms of my Father or fallen short to an eternal grave.
That I’ve squeezed every living ounce of life from my system toward my passions or better yet, God’s, and I can look at myself and say, it was a good day. At its zenith, I have let the people I love let them know I love them. I have worked my hardest, and understood the value of rest. I have been cautious of laziness and comfort. That a generous life was worth living.
At its low, it wasn’t these things. It’s a harder life feeling monotone, busy, and watching ur dreams fall another day. It’s a harder life without God.
I’m crazy. I have never felt more fearless than I ever have in life. I have been stretched beyond unreasonable means to meet unreasonable restoration. I have been part of a miracle. Only the mad ones are for me: Mad to love and mad to pray. I’m crazy and I’m happy.
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I hope this finds you well, Dearest. (1 John 4:18)
Einstein said it best,
“There are two ways to live: you can live as if nothing is a miracle; you can live as if everything is a miracle.”
