Sitting around a charcoal fire, he waits. Gently prodding at the coals, turning them to reveal the beauty of the flashing heat, he looks up to the sky and smiles. It's morning. Breathtaking sunrise. He smiles. Looking around patiently, he sees the beauty around him and feels a twinge of pain. "I miss you," he whispers into the slight breeze, and
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They're really good. Makes me sit here and hold back tears. I honestly can't wait til I can curl up in God's lap.
But he controls my every breath, my heartbeat is in his hands. And while I'm here, though I'm ready to die for him, he's going to teach me to live for him :)
It feels good knowing that the God who has given you so much peace and happiness lately loves me just as much.
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Glad it helped. I like thinking of Him like that.
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But yeah, it is prose. I didn't know you could write.
I'm used to posts from you that go along these lines...
"YEAY CAMPING!!!"
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