"Afresh I seek thee, Lead me-once more I pray-
Even should it be against my will, thy way.
Let me not feel thee [Lord] foreign any hour.
Or shrink from thee as an estranged power.
Through doubt, through faith, through bliss, through stark dismay,
Through sunshine, wind, or snow, or fog or shower,
Draw me to thee who art my only day."
George MacDonald
Diary Of An Old Soul
I don't want to be so selfish as to make my friends death about me. I have, however, realized that his passing has made me examine-naturally-my life. He had everything...he lived. I see that I have failed to step out in trusting my God. I live for Him but not wholly by Him. I will start.
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