curb nights are an institution. i used to be a part of it; late conversations- desperately scouring for convictions within the honesty of the night, sometimes thinking we had the world under our control, a lie fueled by alcohol pulsating through veins.
the sobriety of the next morning revealed the truth that nothing much had changed from the aimlessness and pretense of civil life.2 days ago was marked by a strong reminder from God about how much He has saved me from the depths of nebula. sharing of a bucket list, made me realise that i do not have one because i know i'm looking forward to eternity, and from now till then, there are definitely things i'd like to do or fulfill. but no "die must do" things, because everything i have or ever desire lies at the cross.
i know that as i continue to trust in His perfect plan, the "die must do" things will be what is done through the souls of strangers and friends that i will lead to the cross and the family that i will raise up to be warriors of Christ. and the joy derived from aforementioned, together with the love of God, is enough to satisfy my desires of the world.
just gotta keep praying for lost souls!
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