On A Steel Horse I Ride...

Sometimes, when you're in the middle of a defining moment, you realize that it's not just any another brief span of time, but a really good junction in you life. And in the split second you realize this, your stomach flips, your toes curl, and your brain goes very, very soft- so soft that you wouldn't be able to think about anything of importance, even if it became absolutely necessary. And you sigh. In defeat as much as satisfaction, because that twinkle in time has won out over everything else.

That is what this memory does to me.

But if we hope for what we do not yet have, we wait for it patiently. In the same way, the Spirit helps us in our weakness. We do not know what we ought to pray for, but the Spirit himself intercedes for us with groans that words cannot express.
Romans 8:25-26

 

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