The prisoner imagines freedom to be more wonderful than it is. The patient imagines good health to be a source of ineffable pleasure--which it isn't. All that we lack is a sense of the divine.
i like these moments, moments when i care not about time but about growing...and i don't mind the lessons. in fact, i'm grateful that God still listens and speaks. and here i sit, just trying to be obedient, trying to try...finally
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