Jesus Is Everything In And of The Truth. And for Me, He is also:
My home and my transport; My healing resort from the wiles of the wicked-one and the uncertainty that plagues the future of everyone. My life and perseverance; for the imaginary grave that a wispy childish me grew out of, and an ability to garner strength even when odds are seemingly weighing down a heavy heart and sleepy eyes. My entrance to an ending of the trance this world seems to be under the sway of, and my ticket as bygone out of the hex this world offered. My water when I could not bare to bring a wick of moisture to my lips, let alone have the strength to tip a glass over. My 20/20, when my windshield was smeared with the smudges of all the scarlet letters that the world around me closing had seemingly burdened me with. The mending and healing sanctuary for my brokenness of a man waiting to be put back into pieces in the earth, but instead built back up and pulled out of the kiln as the vessel he will have of me.
- ❤️ Josh Miller
2 Corinthians 4:16 Therefore we do not lose heart. Even though our outward man is perishing, yet the inward man is being renewed day by day. 17) For our light affliction, which is but for a moment, is working for us a far more exceeding and eternal weight of glory, 18) while we do not look at the things which are seen, but at the things which are not seen. For the things which are seen are temporary, but the things which are not seen are eternal.