With each day my physical body becomes worse and weaker but my spirit becomes stronger as if it is feeding off my mortality.
The strength I feel in spirit is the strength that carries this earthly form through the day. One day I will finally shed myself of this Tabernacle of clay and emerge.
No more fatigue, no more sadness or regrets. My mind will no longer be a prison of the past but a field of glorious joy. I try to imagine being able to move without arthritis, to be able to run in fields of green. I try to imagine seeing my parents again and my dogs. My heart aches for them. I think of the work I will help perform to hurry the Saviors second coming.
I try to imagine sitting my father and sharing knowledge with him that I didn’t do while he was alive. Being able to sit and rejoice and feed off each other’s excitement. These are the images and desires that strengthens my spirit now.
my Zenitude 