I long to travel to places I’ve never heard of and see unbelievable things.
Telling yourself that you’re not beautiful is a lie from the devil to make you focus on yourself instead of Jesus.
I look at the sky. The sun is setting. It rained today. The earth is soft and covered in puddles. But the clouds cleared away leaving streaks of pink and purple in the sky. The smell of rain is sweet. My rain boots splash as I walk. I think about life. I imagine a rope. The rope begins in my hands and stretches on and on and on forever. It never ends. The 4 inches at the end of the rope in my hands is colored red. That is my time on earth. I focus so much on that tiny red portion. I have eternity. All my worries are so insignificant. Nothing really matters. I serve a God who cares about my problems anyway. Even though he sees the whole picture. I look back up at the sky. The sun is sinking lower now. The pink has turned into a vibrant, bright orange. I think about heaven. Where I’ll get to go one day and face my creator. The sky above me just gives me a glimpse of his majesty and beauty. I can’t wait to go home. I can’t wait to spend my eternity with him. My purpose in life isn’t to be obsessed with getting an iPhone 4S or falling in love or achieving a lot. My purpose is to do all I can to show everyone else that the rope goes on forever. That’s what my 4 inches will be about. I look back up at the sky again. I can only imagine.