any riptide in my easy-flowing ocean would turn into a tsunami if i tried to handle it on my own.
and take those nearest down with me.
I am stressed.
I am Yours.
I'm confused.
You are mine.
I am so vain, conceited, sinful.
You take upon each and every one of my sins as Your own.
My life is like a flower, a wave, a vapor.
My purpose is eternal.
My purpose is His purpose.
I should lose myself if i am to find true peace,
contentment,
unexplainable,
unequaled
intimacy with Christ.
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I love this.
The two extremes that I think we all find when we are at our deepest and most vulnerable: that we are nothing, and yet we are everything to Him.
You said it in a beautiful way.
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