The older I get, the deeper my faith takes me, the more I look around this corrupt and hateful world, the more I realize this is not where I belong.

I’ve never understood what I feel inside when I pray. I thought it was longing. I thought it was yearning. It was both and it was neither.

It’s homesickness. I want to go home.

Maranatha. Come, Lord Jesus.

-VIS

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