Journal Musings

This chapter of life brings unexpected gifts. And freedom. In terms of physical appearance, I am embracing my age to some extent with my new gray-ish hair. It is okay for me to die whenever God chooses; I neither dread nor fear it. Lastly, the world’s disapproval of my faith matters not to me.

If I experience this degree of freedom while still broken in a broken world, I cannot imagine how it will be when I break through the last door to eternal life and am raised by Him. The best is yet to be.