At the end of it all, I want to come to Jesus exhausted. I want to come to him dirty, out of breath, physically unable to go one more day. I want to have given him everything I could offer.
I want to be able to finish the race. And for him to smile and be proud.
For Jesus Christ, the healer and redeemer of the universe, to give me a high five and a huge hug.
And for him to say, "GOOD JOB!
YOU DID IT!!!
WELCOME HOME MY DAUGHTER!"
I want to be able to finish the race. And for him to smile and be proud.
For Jesus Christ, the healer and redeemer of the universe, to give me a high five and a huge hug.
And for him to say, "GOOD JOB!
YOU DID IT!!!
WELCOME HOME MY DAUGHTER!"
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