Yesterday afternoon, I took a short nap. Jesus woke me up so I could go and watch the sunset with Him. It reminded me that I am fragile. It was a display of a beautiful death and decay of another day. The night drew in and so did the winter cold.
-He makes all things new.
-He knows my setting and my rising.
-He was, is, and always will be.
Psalm 39:5- Indeed, You have made my days as handbreadths, and my age is as nothing before You;
Certainly every man at his best state is but vapor. Selah
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