As this Sunday nears its end, I find myself laying in bed with an aching heart. Each pounding I feel in my chest is a reminder of what this day represents. I feel as though saying I am thankful is an insult, because there is not a word meaningful enough to describe how I feel. What one man did for all men is unfathomable. Still Lord, I say thank you for saving me.
Do not grow anxious when things shift course. Grow excited in anticipation for the new season ahead. Sit back and enjoy the ride, because it will make getting to your destination that much better.
— (via nicolezai)