Cold air

3/25/2009

All I could think about was my discomfort. The cold air rushed passed my ears, which made them throb in pain. My lungs sympathized with my ears and felt pain as well.
All I could think about was the beauty of breathing. The cold air filled my lungs and I remembered I was alive.

Sometimes, comfort isn't what I need. Sometimes I need cold air.

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Rachel link

10/15/2009 04:59:26 am

I know what you mean. True, true, true.

Who am I?

READ TO THE END ... I am frail and a failure; prideful and self-conscious. I was looking for meaning in this mess of a world, and I found that everything is meaningless. (Ecclesiastes)
Ecclesiastes 2:17
"So I hated life, because the work that is done under the sun was grievous to me. All of it is meaningless, a chasing after the wind."

Jesus Christ is as He said, "the way and the truth and the life," and the only way to the Father (John 14:6).
Without Him, all the good I try to be is utterly meaningless. I was living in the shadow. The reality is found in Christ (Colossians 2:17).

Cold air

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