This is life. Its meaning is there’s no constant happiness. But there’s permanent joy. You stick with God because only then will you be fine. There’s no other way. In his presence, within his kingdom, in his arms, following him is the only place where I am able to see life as an adventure, with its necessary ups and downs. Without God, the adventure’s only a road with an end that’s determined by mood swings and feelings, a chaotic adventure full of burdening pain and confusion. accompanied by its deceiving temporaries and abused pleasures.
Then you come to the moral lesson regretting your decisions or you live in the past. Compared to diving in the journey with a faithful father who molds you through fire and when you get across that obstacle, you slowly find even joy in your suffering. because you know every single moment of it was worth the commotion knowing you serve such an awesome God.
That indescribable eternity that lives in someone who loves this man called Jesus the Christ. The man many shoved aside, mistaking him for another spiritual dude who thinks he knows everything. I once asked someone why she believed in this Jesus. Paraphrasing her words she stated that why wouldn’t she believe in somebody who would die for her. If I could add on to that, not only did he die but that man lived again. Proving to be god. stirring our minds, our lives, convincing us that purpose exists. Setting a standard higher than humans’, giving sense to all the why’s and what’s and how’s of - do i live.
The hard questions are only parts. There’s also the part where a life is changed forever. The part where one begins to understand that maybe its meant to be this way.
