Every time I leave, I have this feeling-Hopefully.
Hopefully I make it home alive.
Hopefully I don't.
Just grin and bury it
Under years of practice at being content.
Because no one wants to know what you're really feeling,
Especially you.
When I arrive, I have a feeling that I'll be cured.
And all my outrageous expectations will be infinitely exceeded.
And the only thing I'll be feeling is loved.
Because love isn't a feeling.
God is love.
And when we love, He manifests himself in our life.
So while I'm arriving or leaving or getting lost in between,
I'll rejoice in the fact that my odometer still reads zero.
(1 John 4:16, Ecclesiastes 3:11)
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