Do you ever see a photo of yourself and feel like you're staring at a stranger?
Sometimes I wonder how it happens, how we're caught in a season of life and we think we'll be there forever...and then we flip through photos one day only to find that season is dead and gone.
We think it lasts forever but blast, forever is only what we groan for. The soul in us leans forward to grasp the thing just out of sight, just around the bend, just around the corner. It's never satisfied because the eternity in us is never satiated.
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