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Sep 7
I have hope that one day I will shed this carnal flesh and Become Like Christ. That one day I can walk with peace in my heart and the struggle with sin will be done. I have hope that one day there will be a unity that will be unbroken with me and the trinity. A day in which I can walk with God through a beautiful garden and talk and I ask him all the questions I can think to ask Him.

I look forward to the day that I won’t suffer and feel heartbroken consistently. A day where I’m not facing a storm but it’s clear sunny days and perfect peace among all. I look forward to a day where we can all love one another without having an agenda.

I love the idea of a beautiful mansion in the sky with golden streets and crystal oceans. But when I sit and reflect on what I really want in this life. Is to be with the Lord and walk the way I was made to walk and have a perfect relationship in harmony with The Father, Son and Holy Spirit.

We all got big goals and small goals guiding us. This at my core is what guides me. I fall every day. The pendulum swings back in forth. I am with Him and then I am touching the top of hell. Under the power of this curse, I want to shed this carcass and become glorified like Him. I want to be with Him in Heaven.

I am a wretched sinner who is only saved by grace and if one day I manage to find my way down that narrow path to heavens door. I pray I might just be with Him. I could be heavens janitor and it would be the greatest honor I don’t deserve. I did nothing to attain salvation. It was the Lords will that He Send His only begotten son to die for me and elect me before the foundation of the world.

I struggle with the idea that I am unworthy and I don’t deserve His mercy and yet He pours onto me waterfalls of blessings and mercy. He visits me and He touches my heart wherever He might decide to fix next. I am a weak peasant slug in a white robe, wearing a golden crown on my head and it is all His. Everything is for His pleasure. He is King of Kings. Lord of Lords. My refuge, my comfort, my Father and my friend.

I pray that you might sanctify me, that you might use me. I pray that I might be a useful instrument to your will. I pray that I might delight you with the aroma of my prayer. I pray you might Bless my family, my friends and my enemies. You hold the keys to every door and you are in control. You are alpha and omega. It is all for you and your will be done on earth as it is in Heaven. Praise His blessed name, King Jesus. Lord of ALL! Amen and Amen!

-RSC
Ryan Seth Cole
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Ryan Seth Cole  33/M/Auburn, Georgia
(33/M/Auburn, Georgia)   
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