Through Painted Deserts

It occurs to me, as it sometimes does, that this day is over and will never be lived again, that we are only the sum of days, and when those are spent, we will not come back to this place, to this time, to these people and these colours, and I wonder whether to be sad about this or to be happy, to trust that these hours are meant for some kind of enjoyment, as a kind of blessing.  And it feels, tonight, as if there is much to think about, there is much we have been given and much we have left behind.  The smell of freedom is as brisk as the air through the windows.

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Brother by NEEDTOBREATHE

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Direct My Path

The Lord only builds a bridge of faith directly under the feet of a faithful traveler.  He never builds the bridge a few steps ahead, for then it would not be one of faith, “we live by faith, not by sight” (2 Cor. 5:7)

-Streams in the Desert

"The Lord longs to be gracious to you…Blessed are all who wait for Him."

Isaiah 30:18
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Fall Underneath - Snakadaktal

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