This is from the pilgrim in me.

I groan out of longing for the dwelling that awaits at the end of the road, that house after years of being in the tent, that permanent abode after different camping sites…

But I am not losing heart, though outwardly I’m wasting away yet inwardly there is renewal day by day. For the light and momentary troubles on the road are achieving for me a matchless weight of eternal glory.

~Pilgrim

 

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