some day I will tell you about a young mother at the end of her rope, and how Jesus made her laugh. out loud. at herself. and cured 2 years of severe depression in one minute.
some day we will get to see it all, every moment of it. It's going to be better than IMAX, we will actually get to stand in the crowd and listen to him preach, watch him break the bread, wash the feet of the Apostles.
My dream? To gaze on His face and look into His eyes for a thousand years, then paint a portrait of what I see. To listen to his voice for a millenium, then compose a sonata for piano to express my joy.
To touch His wounded feet, wash them in my tears, and dry them with my hair.
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