They that wait upon the Lord.
Life is living in a tent. Being in this world is being in a changing state. We face each day differently, on the basis of what is ahead of us. Uncertainty is a way of life and life is in hold of uncertainty. Life is so ironic that we want to stay longer in this world but we hate pain. We always want to stay but we also want to leave. There are things that we want to forget but with those things are happy memories we could not face to live without. Pain would always be the compliment of joy. Sadness, of bliss. Life is like being a small tent in a wide wilderness. Life is like a tent being blown by the winds of time. We cannot know who is with us or who exists to hurt us. Who is there to destroy us. One thing is sure about life. There is God who made us there is him who gave us purpose and there is him who gave his life for us. The only thing and the only valid hope in life is when the moment God would rise the dead and we live to meet him in the air. That the glorious Jesus our savior would look to me in the eyes and say well done. The only sure hope we have is Christ. Unlike the 2015 Miss Universe pageant, what happened to miss Columbia would not happen on us if we wait upon his promise.

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